Aesen Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157 
Age: 17
Physical Description: Aesen looks his age, with an angular jaw and rounded chin. His grey eyes are soft and often gleam with mischief, or when he thinks no one is looking dim with melancholy. His hair is short and brown and he stands a hair breadth under six foot even.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aesen often wears a long leather coat with a furred collar. Underneath he wears a grey shirt and dark grey slacks. His only weapon is a cutlass with a handle slight to large and heavy to be well balanced.
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Registered: Aug 7, 2016 14:08:16 GMT -8
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Post by Aesen Kestrel on Aug 24, 2016 16:21:09 GMT -8
 221B Kings Court
Nestled within Niréal near the Academy is Kings Court. Part of the sky district, Kings Court is the most moderate of the high income district. Within walking distance of the open air market it is a pleasant place to live. 221B Kings Court is the second floor of one of the town houses on the street. It has recently been rented out to Aesen Kestrel and Lisere Kestrel . The young couple having chosen to settle within the city. In between bouts of travel to other locations. Or at least that is Aesen's plan. |
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Aesen Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: 17
Physical Description: Aesen looks his age, with an angular jaw and rounded chin. His grey eyes are soft and often gleam with mischief, or when he thinks no one is looking dim with melancholy. His hair is short and brown and he stands a hair breadth under six foot even.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aesen often wears a long leather coat with a furred collar. Underneath he wears a grey shirt and dark grey slacks. His only weapon is a cutlass with a handle slight to large and heavy to be well balanced.
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Registered: Aug 7, 2016 14:08:16 GMT -8
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Post by Aesen Kestrel on Aug 24, 2016 16:25:35 GMT -8
It isn't long after they leave the open air market that Aesen and Lisere find the apartment. Knocking on the door it opens to reveal the face of a kind matronly looking woman. Aesen gives her one of his most dashing smiles.
"Bonjour mademoiselle, we are here about the apartment for rent."
The woman blinks and says voice tinged with surprise.
"Really? I just paid to have the advertisements put up not an hour ago."
Aesen nods and says cheerily.
"We just so happened to see one being put up. Right as we were looking for an apartment."
The old woman gasps at their luck and then ushers them inside.
"Well come in, come in. The apartment already has the basic furnishings and what have you."
She leads them upstairs to an apartment not entirely dissimilar to the one Aesen had in Thorun. The young rogue looks around appreciatively. Then says to Lisere.
"What do you think mon cher?"
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Lisere Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 154 
Age: 17
Physical Description: As is typical of Tieflings (those descended from devils), Lisere is of diminutive stature, coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'2", and weighing very little. Her skin is of fairly normal coloration, although somewhat pale, and her ears are pointed - but that is where the normality ends. Her mid-back-length hair is a pale shade of violet, and her eyes are a bright shining silvery hue. Two sets of horns (one larger than the other) adorn her head, one towards the front and another protruding nearer the back, and a single smaller horn emerges from her brow, near the hairline. Her fingers and toes end in claws, rather than nails, and she has a long, vaguely serpentine tail, which thins into a nearly prehensile tip. Patches of her skin are scaled, most notably the backs of her fingers, strips on the back of her hands, forearms, and upper arms; around her shoulders; the tops of her feet, and her ankles and knees; around her navel and curving over her hips; on the back of her neck, down her spine, and in the small of her back; along her cheekbones, and in a line down the center of her face, starting around her horn, moving across her nose, and ending on her chin. Lines have been inked into her face, framing the scaly patch down the center of her visage and in a scar-like appearance over each eye, descending from her hairline.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally, Lisere wears a set of cleric's robes in a unique design. Pale purplish leather straps cross over her chest in an X-shape, curving over her shoulders and connecting to the low back of her dress-like top. This top descends to mid-thigh and is separated in the front just below her breasts, thus revealing her midriff, and lays over a pair of calf-length leggings in a darker greyish color. On her feet, she wears a pair of sturdy leather sandals (due to the claws on her toes, you see). She normally wears a pendant which bears the symbol of her goddess, Tymora, the Lady of Luck, and on the fourth finger of her left hand is her wedding ring; she also carries a staff which is slightly taller than her, made of some opalescent grey wood and crowned with a twisting pattern that surrounds a perfectly clear spherical crystal.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Aug 24, 2016 16:41:31 GMT -8
Lisere smiled shyly at the woman as she greeted them, and waved in a friendly manner, nodding in agreement with what Aesen said. Yes. Very lucky for them. She tried not to look either too innocent or too guilty at that thought, and instead followed both Aesen and the woman upstairs into the apartment. She looked around curiously, tail swishing slightly as she did so, and then looked back at Aesen when he spoke, her cheeks coloring at what he called her. She'd gotten many Gauldish words and phrases out of him over their trip from Thorun to Gauldin, and she knew what he was calling her. The term of endearment made her smile bashfully, then nod her agreement.
"It's very nice. I think it will suit us well."
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Aesen Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: 17
Physical Description: Aesen looks his age, with an angular jaw and rounded chin. His grey eyes are soft and often gleam with mischief, or when he thinks no one is looking dim with melancholy. His hair is short and brown and he stands a hair breadth under six foot even.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aesen often wears a long leather coat with a furred collar. Underneath he wears a grey shirt and dark grey slacks. His only weapon is a cutlass with a handle slight to large and heavy to be well balanced.
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Registered: Aug 7, 2016 14:08:16 GMT -8
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Post by Aesen Kestrel on Aug 24, 2016 17:02:45 GMT -8
"I think we will take it then."
Aesen says with a grin. The old woman blinks in surprise.
"Are you sure dear? You don't want to think it over a bit more?"
Aesen offers her his hand, saying with a laugh.
"Yes I am sure, thank you very much mademoiselle?"
The old woman gives him a slightly bewildered smile, but shakes his hand.
"Mademoiselle Brun."
The woman provides. After that a quick signing of a renter agreement and the exchange of a few bank notes take place. Then the woman leaves Lisere and Aesen to get settled.
"Well Lisere, that was certainly fortuitous."
There is a slight hint of accusation in his voice. He holds her in his gaze, waiting to see how she will react.
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Lisere Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 154
Age: 17
Physical Description: As is typical of Tieflings (those descended from devils), Lisere is of diminutive stature, coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'2", and weighing very little. Her skin is of fairly normal coloration, although somewhat pale, and her ears are pointed - but that is where the normality ends. Her mid-back-length hair is a pale shade of violet, and her eyes are a bright shining silvery hue. Two sets of horns (one larger than the other) adorn her head, one towards the front and another protruding nearer the back, and a single smaller horn emerges from her brow, near the hairline. Her fingers and toes end in claws, rather than nails, and she has a long, vaguely serpentine tail, which thins into a nearly prehensile tip. Patches of her skin are scaled, most notably the backs of her fingers, strips on the back of her hands, forearms, and upper arms; around her shoulders; the tops of her feet, and her ankles and knees; around her navel and curving over her hips; on the back of her neck, down her spine, and in the small of her back; along her cheekbones, and in a line down the center of her face, starting around her horn, moving across her nose, and ending on her chin. Lines have been inked into her face, framing the scaly patch down the center of her visage and in a scar-like appearance over each eye, descending from her hairline.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally, Lisere wears a set of cleric's robes in a unique design. Pale purplish leather straps cross over her chest in an X-shape, curving over her shoulders and connecting to the low back of her dress-like top. This top descends to mid-thigh and is separated in the front just below her breasts, thus revealing her midriff, and lays over a pair of calf-length leggings in a darker greyish color. On her feet, she wears a pair of sturdy leather sandals (due to the claws on her toes, you see). She normally wears a pendant which bears the symbol of her goddess, Tymora, the Lady of Luck, and on the fourth finger of her left hand is her wedding ring; she also carries a staff which is slightly taller than her, made of some opalescent grey wood and crowned with a twisting pattern that surrounds a perfectly clear spherical crystal.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Aug 16, 2016 15:47:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Aug 24, 2016 17:25:01 GMT -8
"Thank you so much, ma'am. Have a nice day." She waved farewell to their new landlady, then turned to Aesen with a grin. Only for it to fall into a thoroughly guilty expression when he spoke; she could hear the accusation in his voice. Lisere looked down at the floor, shuffling like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar, and grabbed her tail in both hands, fiddling with and idly stroking the serpentine appendage.
"..You seemed so sad and I thought a bit of good fortune might cheer you up. So I.. well I tugged at luck and it responded favorably." Her lips curved into a small frown that was nearly a pout, and then she looked up at him, her ears drooping as her tail hung limply in her grasp.
"Are you mad at me..?"
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Aesen Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: 17
Physical Description: Aesen looks his age, with an angular jaw and rounded chin. His grey eyes are soft and often gleam with mischief, or when he thinks no one is looking dim with melancholy. His hair is short and brown and he stands a hair breadth under six foot even.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aesen often wears a long leather coat with a furred collar. Underneath he wears a grey shirt and dark grey slacks. His only weapon is a cutlass with a handle slight to large and heavy to be well balanced.
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Registered: Aug 7, 2016 14:08:16 GMT -8
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Post by Aesen Kestrel on Aug 24, 2016 17:33:03 GMT -8
"Mad?"
Aesen says bewildered. He takes her by the shoulders and forces her to look him in the eye.
"I'm not mad, I'm just... You shouldn't use your power like that. Not for me. I've seen what happens to you when you use it. I'm not worth the pain Lisere. I'm happy that you wanted to help me, but please don't do it again. I... don't think I could bear it if you got hurt on my account."
Then he pulls her into a tight embrace. Maybe it was because of where they were, but part of him didn't feel right. Part of him thought that he was bad for Lisere. She was pure and bright and happy. He was dirty and bruised and depressed. Their relationship whatever it was would only last so long. Eventually she would find something better and he would push her to go. She made him happy, but he would just drag her down. He wouldn't do that to her, he couldn't let her do that to herself.
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Lisere Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 154
Age: 17
Physical Description: As is typical of Tieflings (those descended from devils), Lisere is of diminutive stature, coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'2", and weighing very little. Her skin is of fairly normal coloration, although somewhat pale, and her ears are pointed - but that is where the normality ends. Her mid-back-length hair is a pale shade of violet, and her eyes are a bright shining silvery hue. Two sets of horns (one larger than the other) adorn her head, one towards the front and another protruding nearer the back, and a single smaller horn emerges from her brow, near the hairline. Her fingers and toes end in claws, rather than nails, and she has a long, vaguely serpentine tail, which thins into a nearly prehensile tip. Patches of her skin are scaled, most notably the backs of her fingers, strips on the back of her hands, forearms, and upper arms; around her shoulders; the tops of her feet, and her ankles and knees; around her navel and curving over her hips; on the back of her neck, down her spine, and in the small of her back; along her cheekbones, and in a line down the center of her face, starting around her horn, moving across her nose, and ending on her chin. Lines have been inked into her face, framing the scaly patch down the center of her visage and in a scar-like appearance over each eye, descending from her hairline.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally, Lisere wears a set of cleric's robes in a unique design. Pale purplish leather straps cross over her chest in an X-shape, curving over her shoulders and connecting to the low back of her dress-like top. This top descends to mid-thigh and is separated in the front just below her breasts, thus revealing her midriff, and lays over a pair of calf-length leggings in a darker greyish color. On her feet, she wears a pair of sturdy leather sandals (due to the claws on her toes, you see). She normally wears a pendant which bears the symbol of her goddess, Tymora, the Lady of Luck, and on the fourth finger of her left hand is her wedding ring; she also carries a staff which is slightly taller than her, made of some opalescent grey wood and crowned with a twisting pattern that surrounds a perfectly clear spherical crystal.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Aug 24, 2016 18:43:58 GMT -8
Lisere blinked at his words, and then her brow furrowed in a mixture of puzzlement and stubbornness. Before she could reply, Aesen was pulling her into his arms, and she quickly dropped her tail so she could wrap her arms around him. She wanted to nuzzle her face into his chest and simply breathe him in, but instead, she made herself look up at him, her silvery eyes filled with determination.
"You are worth it, in my opinion. Do you not realize what you mean to me, Aesen? You're the first person to genuinely care about me, to make me feel special and wanted. I'd do anything for you, and if I want to twist luck a little bit to make you happy, then I'm going to do it, because you're worth any number of scrapes, bruises, cuts, and broken limbs, to me."
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Aesen Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: 17
Physical Description: Aesen looks his age, with an angular jaw and rounded chin. His grey eyes are soft and often gleam with mischief, or when he thinks no one is looking dim with melancholy. His hair is short and brown and he stands a hair breadth under six foot even.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aesen often wears a long leather coat with a furred collar. Underneath he wears a grey shirt and dark grey slacks. His only weapon is a cutlass with a handle slight to large and heavy to be well balanced.
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Registered: Aug 7, 2016 14:08:16 GMT -8
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Post by Aesen Kestrel on Aug 24, 2016 18:57:03 GMT -8
Aesen can't bring himself to look her in the eyes. He just holds her in silence for a long moment. Then eventually he pushes her to arms length.
"You deserve better than a bastard thief Lisere. I maybe the first, but I won't be the last. You deserve to be happy in a way I don't think I can make you. I'm sorry."
He lets out a helpless little sound. His eyes are filled with a discordant cacophony of emotions. Then he lets her go and heads into one of the bed rooms. He shuts the door behind him, but doesn't latch it. He flings himself onto the bed and feels wretched.
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Lisere Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 154
Age: 17
Physical Description: As is typical of Tieflings (those descended from devils), Lisere is of diminutive stature, coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'2", and weighing very little. Her skin is of fairly normal coloration, although somewhat pale, and her ears are pointed - but that is where the normality ends. Her mid-back-length hair is a pale shade of violet, and her eyes are a bright shining silvery hue. Two sets of horns (one larger than the other) adorn her head, one towards the front and another protruding nearer the back, and a single smaller horn emerges from her brow, near the hairline. Her fingers and toes end in claws, rather than nails, and she has a long, vaguely serpentine tail, which thins into a nearly prehensile tip. Patches of her skin are scaled, most notably the backs of her fingers, strips on the back of her hands, forearms, and upper arms; around her shoulders; the tops of her feet, and her ankles and knees; around her navel and curving over her hips; on the back of her neck, down her spine, and in the small of her back; along her cheekbones, and in a line down the center of her face, starting around her horn, moving across her nose, and ending on her chin. Lines have been inked into her face, framing the scaly patch down the center of her visage and in a scar-like appearance over each eye, descending from her hairline.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally, Lisere wears a set of cleric's robes in a unique design. Pale purplish leather straps cross over her chest in an X-shape, curving over her shoulders and connecting to the low back of her dress-like top. This top descends to mid-thigh and is separated in the front just below her breasts, thus revealing her midriff, and lays over a pair of calf-length leggings in a darker greyish color. On her feet, she wears a pair of sturdy leather sandals (due to the claws on her toes, you see). She normally wears a pendant which bears the symbol of her goddess, Tymora, the Lady of Luck, and on the fourth finger of her left hand is her wedding ring; she also carries a staff which is slightly taller than her, made of some opalescent grey wood and crowned with a twisting pattern that surrounds a perfectly clear spherical crystal.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Aug 24, 2016 19:19:04 GMT -8
Lisere felt as though she were being disconnected from her own body when she realized Aesen wouldn't meet her gaze. And then when he pushed her away, her eyes filled with tears. She couldn't respond when he spoke, only made a strangled little noise of distress, and watched helplessly as he walked away from her. He didn't even look back. Did he not care about her at all? She felt wetness begin trickling down her cheeks, and she whirled away with a whimper of sorrow, moving toward the door that would let her out of the apartment, intending to leave. But when she opened the door, she felt a sudden surge of anger. Was she really going to let him do this to her? No. No she bloody well was not. Ripping her bracelet-staff off, she thrust it into her satchel, which she then dropped on the floor, before pushing the door shut as gently as she could. Then she moved quickly over to the room where he'd gone, and upon finding the door unlatched, she opened it, tears streaming down her face as she stared at him.
"No. No. You don't get to do this to me. You can't just push me away because you think I'm too good for you, or you can't make me happy, or whatever it is. You're a bastard and a thief? So what? I'm descended from evil beings and never knew my parents, I'm a cleric to a luck god, it's not like I'm some paragon of virtue. And why don't you let me decide if you make me happy? Because guess what? Being with you is the happiest I've ever been in my whole life. If you don't care about me, that's one thing, but you don't get to decide who makes me happy or how they do it. So if.. if you d-don't care for m-me anym-more, just t-tell me so.. and I'll g-go, you'll n-never s-s-see me ag-gain."
She deteriorated into jagged sobs during that final sentence, frantically trying to wipe away the tears that fell down her cheeks with the backs of her knuckles. She wasn't just going to walk away, and she wasn't going to let him push her away. Her heart was breaking at the thought that he didn't care for her anymore, but if that was the case.. she meant what she said: She'd walk out of his life forever.
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Aesen Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: 17
Physical Description: Aesen looks his age, with an angular jaw and rounded chin. His grey eyes are soft and often gleam with mischief, or when he thinks no one is looking dim with melancholy. His hair is short and brown and he stands a hair breadth under six foot even.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aesen often wears a long leather coat with a furred collar. Underneath he wears a grey shirt and dark grey slacks. His only weapon is a cutlass with a handle slight to large and heavy to be well balanced.
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Registered: Aug 7, 2016 14:08:16 GMT -8
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Post by Aesen Kestrel on Aug 24, 2016 19:32:33 GMT -8
Aesen doesn't raise his head when Lisere enters. Though he does curse himself for not throwing the latch. Then she is speaking and her words cut him to the quick. Eventually he has to raise his head. To look at her as she ends her triad. He feels every inch of the bastard he is. He stares at her for a long time. He tries to find the courage to say it. To lie to her and say he doesn't care. To break her heart now, to avoid breaking it worse later. Bastards and thieves didn't get happy endings. They went from job to job until one day they pissed off the wrong person and got stabbed. She didn't deserve a life like that. He should drive her away, but he can't.
"I do care Lisere. I'll always care. You are the first person since my mother who makes me feel like I matter. When I am around you I forget how utterly miserable I am. But I'm a thief and liar and a bastard Lisere. At the end of the day it's going to catch up to me. My luck is going to run out eventually. I can't ask you to go through that. You deserve a happy ending and bastards don't get happy endings."
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Lisere Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 154
Age: 17
Physical Description: As is typical of Tieflings (those descended from devils), Lisere is of diminutive stature, coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'2", and weighing very little. Her skin is of fairly normal coloration, although somewhat pale, and her ears are pointed - but that is where the normality ends. Her mid-back-length hair is a pale shade of violet, and her eyes are a bright shining silvery hue. Two sets of horns (one larger than the other) adorn her head, one towards the front and another protruding nearer the back, and a single smaller horn emerges from her brow, near the hairline. Her fingers and toes end in claws, rather than nails, and she has a long, vaguely serpentine tail, which thins into a nearly prehensile tip. Patches of her skin are scaled, most notably the backs of her fingers, strips on the back of her hands, forearms, and upper arms; around her shoulders; the tops of her feet, and her ankles and knees; around her navel and curving over her hips; on the back of her neck, down her spine, and in the small of her back; along her cheekbones, and in a line down the center of her face, starting around her horn, moving across her nose, and ending on her chin. Lines have been inked into her face, framing the scaly patch down the center of her visage and in a scar-like appearance over each eye, descending from her hairline.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally, Lisere wears a set of cleric's robes in a unique design. Pale purplish leather straps cross over her chest in an X-shape, curving over her shoulders and connecting to the low back of her dress-like top. This top descends to mid-thigh and is separated in the front just below her breasts, thus revealing her midriff, and lays over a pair of calf-length leggings in a darker greyish color. On her feet, she wears a pair of sturdy leather sandals (due to the claws on her toes, you see). She normally wears a pendant which bears the symbol of her goddess, Tymora, the Lady of Luck, and on the fourth finger of her left hand is her wedding ring; she also carries a staff which is slightly taller than her, made of some opalescent grey wood and crowned with a twisting pattern that surrounds a perfectly clear spherical crystal.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Aug 24, 2016 19:39:18 GMT -8
Sniffling and trying to calm her breathing, she looked at Aesen with red-rimmed eyes as he spoke. Then she was crossing the floor to his bed, and crawling onto it. She kept her distance, perching hesitantly on the corner as though she expected him to lash out at her, whether it be physically or verbally.
"I don't care about that. All I care about is you. Please, Aesen.. please don't make me be lonely again. I just want to be with you for as long as I can. I don't want a happy ending if it means losing you." Her heart shone in her eyes, and even if she didn't want to admit it to herself (let alone out loud), it had happened: She'd fallen in love with him, sometime during their adventures on Thorun and the boat trip here to Gauldin.
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Aesen Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: 17
Physical Description: Aesen looks his age, with an angular jaw and rounded chin. His grey eyes are soft and often gleam with mischief, or when he thinks no one is looking dim with melancholy. His hair is short and brown and he stands a hair breadth under six foot even.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aesen often wears a long leather coat with a furred collar. Underneath he wears a grey shirt and dark grey slacks. His only weapon is a cutlass with a handle slight to large and heavy to be well balanced.
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Registered: Aug 7, 2016 14:08:16 GMT -8
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Post by Aesen Kestrel on Aug 24, 2016 19:45:39 GMT -8
Aesen looks at her and then he lets out an odd sound. Somewhere between a choke and a laugh. He can feel tears welling in his eyes and he drops his face into the mattress to hide them. He then mumbles out past the cushioning, trying and utterly failing to sound irreverent.
"Fine, stay. But don't say I didn't warn you."
The sorrow in those words. The fear and anguish is palpable. He was certain that he would screw everything up. Why couldn't Lisere see that she deserved someone better? It then occurs to him that it was odd he cared so much. At almost the same time he realizes what Lisere had. He had fallen in love. Oh dear.
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Lisere Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 154
Age: 17
Physical Description: As is typical of Tieflings (those descended from devils), Lisere is of diminutive stature, coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'2", and weighing very little. Her skin is of fairly normal coloration, although somewhat pale, and her ears are pointed - but that is where the normality ends. Her mid-back-length hair is a pale shade of violet, and her eyes are a bright shining silvery hue. Two sets of horns (one larger than the other) adorn her head, one towards the front and another protruding nearer the back, and a single smaller horn emerges from her brow, near the hairline. Her fingers and toes end in claws, rather than nails, and she has a long, vaguely serpentine tail, which thins into a nearly prehensile tip. Patches of her skin are scaled, most notably the backs of her fingers, strips on the back of her hands, forearms, and upper arms; around her shoulders; the tops of her feet, and her ankles and knees; around her navel and curving over her hips; on the back of her neck, down her spine, and in the small of her back; along her cheekbones, and in a line down the center of her face, starting around her horn, moving across her nose, and ending on her chin. Lines have been inked into her face, framing the scaly patch down the center of her visage and in a scar-like appearance over each eye, descending from her hairline.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally, Lisere wears a set of cleric's robes in a unique design. Pale purplish leather straps cross over her chest in an X-shape, curving over her shoulders and connecting to the low back of her dress-like top. This top descends to mid-thigh and is separated in the front just below her breasts, thus revealing her midriff, and lays over a pair of calf-length leggings in a darker greyish color. On her feet, she wears a pair of sturdy leather sandals (due to the claws on her toes, you see). She normally wears a pendant which bears the symbol of her goddess, Tymora, the Lady of Luck, and on the fourth finger of her left hand is her wedding ring; she also carries a staff which is slightly taller than her, made of some opalescent grey wood and crowned with a twisting pattern that surrounds a perfectly clear spherical crystal.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Aug 24, 2016 19:51:10 GMT -8
Relief filled her when he said she could stay, and Lisere waited only moments before acting. She toed off her sandals and moved across the bed to where Aesen was laying, then laid down beside him. Her smaller body cuddled up to his, trying to get as close as she could, and she nuzzled her face into his shoulder. She just wanted to be with him, to touch him, to let his familiar scent soothe her and his warmth comfort her. She finally stopped crying, and after a last hiccuping sniffle of a breath, she whispered.
"Noted. But you should just accept now that I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me."
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Aesen Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: 17
Physical Description: Aesen looks his age, with an angular jaw and rounded chin. His grey eyes are soft and often gleam with mischief, or when he thinks no one is looking dim with melancholy. His hair is short and brown and he stands a hair breadth under six foot even.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aesen often wears a long leather coat with a furred collar. Underneath he wears a grey shirt and dark grey slacks. His only weapon is a cutlass with a handle slight to large and heavy to be well balanced.
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Registered: Aug 7, 2016 14:08:16 GMT -8
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Post by Aesen Kestrel on Aug 24, 2016 20:01:13 GMT -8
"Fine."
Aesen murmurs, honestly unsure how to feel. On the one hand she was staying with him. On the other hand she was staying with him. How could the same thing cause such disparate emotions? Eventually he gave up on trying to puzzle it out. He drifts off to sleep Lisere's soft weight pressed against him. Eventually he'd roll over in his sleep to face her. His arms draping around her waist and pulling her closer.
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Lisere Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 154
Age: 17
Physical Description: As is typical of Tieflings (those descended from devils), Lisere is of diminutive stature, coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'2", and weighing very little. Her skin is of fairly normal coloration, although somewhat pale, and her ears are pointed - but that is where the normality ends. Her mid-back-length hair is a pale shade of violet, and her eyes are a bright shining silvery hue. Two sets of horns (one larger than the other) adorn her head, one towards the front and another protruding nearer the back, and a single smaller horn emerges from her brow, near the hairline. Her fingers and toes end in claws, rather than nails, and she has a long, vaguely serpentine tail, which thins into a nearly prehensile tip. Patches of her skin are scaled, most notably the backs of her fingers, strips on the back of her hands, forearms, and upper arms; around her shoulders; the tops of her feet, and her ankles and knees; around her navel and curving over her hips; on the back of her neck, down her spine, and in the small of her back; along her cheekbones, and in a line down the center of her face, starting around her horn, moving across her nose, and ending on her chin. Lines have been inked into her face, framing the scaly patch down the center of her visage and in a scar-like appearance over each eye, descending from her hairline.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally, Lisere wears a set of cleric's robes in a unique design. Pale purplish leather straps cross over her chest in an X-shape, curving over her shoulders and connecting to the low back of her dress-like top. This top descends to mid-thigh and is separated in the front just below her breasts, thus revealing her midriff, and lays over a pair of calf-length leggings in a darker greyish color. On her feet, she wears a pair of sturdy leather sandals (due to the claws on her toes, you see). She normally wears a pendant which bears the symbol of her goddess, Tymora, the Lady of Luck, and on the fourth finger of her left hand is her wedding ring; she also carries a staff which is slightly taller than her, made of some opalescent grey wood and crowned with a twisting pattern that surrounds a perfectly clear spherical crystal.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Aug 16, 2016 15:47:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Aug 25, 2016 6:32:23 GMT -8
The exhaustion of rampant emotions and weeping meant Lisere soon dropped into sleep. When Aesen draped his arm around her, she snuggled into his embrace, nuzzling her face against his chest while her tail sleepily slithered upward to coil loosely around his forearm and wrist. Breathing a contented sigh, she continued to sleep deeply.
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Aesen Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: 17
Physical Description: Aesen looks his age, with an angular jaw and rounded chin. His grey eyes are soft and often gleam with mischief, or when he thinks no one is looking dim with melancholy. His hair is short and brown and he stands a hair breadth under six foot even.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aesen often wears a long leather coat with a furred collar. Underneath he wears a grey shirt and dark grey slacks. His only weapon is a cutlass with a handle slight to large and heavy to be well balanced.
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Registered: Aug 7, 2016 14:08:16 GMT -8
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Post by Aesen Kestrel on Aug 25, 2016 9:38:57 GMT -8
Aesen slowly comes back to consciousness. He is aware of something small and warm pressed against his chest. It take him a moment to realize it's Lisere. The tiefling girl was sleeping soundly in his arms. Despite his attempts to do the right thing, to get her to see reason she'd stayed with him. Aesen wasn't sure if he should be happy or sad about that. Eventually he decides to just enjoy the moment. To be happy for as long as he can, to make her happy for as long as he can. Let tomorrow bring what it may. For now he'd do the best he could for her. With that decision made he snuggles her a bit tighter and holds her until he galls asleep again or she wakes up.
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Lisere Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 154
Age: 17
Physical Description: As is typical of Tieflings (those descended from devils), Lisere is of diminutive stature, coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'2", and weighing very little. Her skin is of fairly normal coloration, although somewhat pale, and her ears are pointed - but that is where the normality ends. Her mid-back-length hair is a pale shade of violet, and her eyes are a bright shining silvery hue. Two sets of horns (one larger than the other) adorn her head, one towards the front and another protruding nearer the back, and a single smaller horn emerges from her brow, near the hairline. Her fingers and toes end in claws, rather than nails, and she has a long, vaguely serpentine tail, which thins into a nearly prehensile tip. Patches of her skin are scaled, most notably the backs of her fingers, strips on the back of her hands, forearms, and upper arms; around her shoulders; the tops of her feet, and her ankles and knees; around her navel and curving over her hips; on the back of her neck, down her spine, and in the small of her back; along her cheekbones, and in a line down the center of her face, starting around her horn, moving across her nose, and ending on her chin. Lines have been inked into her face, framing the scaly patch down the center of her visage and in a scar-like appearance over each eye, descending from her hairline.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally, Lisere wears a set of cleric's robes in a unique design. Pale purplish leather straps cross over her chest in an X-shape, curving over her shoulders and connecting to the low back of her dress-like top. This top descends to mid-thigh and is separated in the front just below her breasts, thus revealing her midriff, and lays over a pair of calf-length leggings in a darker greyish color. On her feet, she wears a pair of sturdy leather sandals (due to the claws on her toes, you see). She normally wears a pendant which bears the symbol of her goddess, Tymora, the Lady of Luck, and on the fourth finger of her left hand is her wedding ring; she also carries a staff which is slightly taller than her, made of some opalescent grey wood and crowned with a twisting pattern that surrounds a perfectly clear spherical crystal.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Aug 16, 2016 15:47:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Aug 25, 2016 11:57:45 GMT -8
Lisere stirred slowly as she felt Aesen moving against her, and with that first trickle of consciousness came the knowledge that she was starving. Teenagers were bottomless pits to begin with, throw in not having eaten for a while and mix it with the physical trauma of bawling helplessly, and she was absolutely ravenous. She shifted within Aesen's arms and stretched as best she was able, lips parting in a yawn that was half-hidden against his chest, her tail slowly uncoiling from around his wrist so that it, too, could stretch. Then she was drawing back and looking up at him with a sleepy expression. She attempted to smile, but couldn't quite get the expression to form as her hands tucked anxiously against her chest, and she spoke quietly.
"..Hi." That single word was all she said as she looked up at him. Then she was attempting to move away, trying to pull out of his embrace, if he'd let her. Either way, her gaze dropped away from his face and relocated to veritably anywhere else. "..Are you hungry? I'm hungry. I think I'll go find something to eat."
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Aesen Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: 17
Physical Description: Aesen looks his age, with an angular jaw and rounded chin. His grey eyes are soft and often gleam with mischief, or when he thinks no one is looking dim with melancholy. His hair is short and brown and he stands a hair breadth under six foot even.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aesen often wears a long leather coat with a furred collar. Underneath he wears a grey shirt and dark grey slacks. His only weapon is a cutlass with a handle slight to large and heavy to be well balanced.
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Registered: Aug 7, 2016 14:08:16 GMT -8
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Post by Aesen Kestrel on Aug 25, 2016 12:31:15 GMT -8
Aesen let her go without a struggle. Watching her put herself at arms length. Part of him didn't want to let Lisere go. The other part was also hungry and concurred with her assessment. They should go get food. His stomach was also growling. He looks at her face or tries to. She was trying very hard to hide it from him.
"Alright let's go get something to eat. There is just one thing I want to do first."
Aesen gently brings a hand under her chin and lifts her face up to meet his. Then he kisses her. It is a fierce passionate kiss, not like the chaste ones they'd shared before. In this meeting of lips he tries to convey the depth of his feelings for her.
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Lisere Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 154
Age: 17
Physical Description: As is typical of Tieflings (those descended from devils), Lisere is of diminutive stature, coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'2", and weighing very little. Her skin is of fairly normal coloration, although somewhat pale, and her ears are pointed - but that is where the normality ends. Her mid-back-length hair is a pale shade of violet, and her eyes are a bright shining silvery hue. Two sets of horns (one larger than the other) adorn her head, one towards the front and another protruding nearer the back, and a single smaller horn emerges from her brow, near the hairline. Her fingers and toes end in claws, rather than nails, and she has a long, vaguely serpentine tail, which thins into a nearly prehensile tip. Patches of her skin are scaled, most notably the backs of her fingers, strips on the back of her hands, forearms, and upper arms; around her shoulders; the tops of her feet, and her ankles and knees; around her navel and curving over her hips; on the back of her neck, down her spine, and in the small of her back; along her cheekbones, and in a line down the center of her face, starting around her horn, moving across her nose, and ending on her chin. Lines have been inked into her face, framing the scaly patch down the center of her visage and in a scar-like appearance over each eye, descending from her hairline.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally, Lisere wears a set of cleric's robes in a unique design. Pale purplish leather straps cross over her chest in an X-shape, curving over her shoulders and connecting to the low back of her dress-like top. This top descends to mid-thigh and is separated in the front just below her breasts, thus revealing her midriff, and lays over a pair of calf-length leggings in a darker greyish color. On her feet, she wears a pair of sturdy leather sandals (due to the claws on her toes, you see). She normally wears a pendant which bears the symbol of her goddess, Tymora, the Lady of Luck, and on the fourth finger of her left hand is her wedding ring; she also carries a staff which is slightly taller than her, made of some opalescent grey wood and crowned with a twisting pattern that surrounds a perfectly clear spherical crystal.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Aug 16, 2016 15:47:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Aug 25, 2016 12:51:26 GMT -8
Lisere hazarded a brief glance in his direction when Aesen said there was something he wanted to do. She was not expecting him to tilt her head up and kiss her. And it wasn't the chaste, barely-there touch of lips which they'd experienced up till now. Oh no. Although the kiss was inexperienced on both ends, Aesen possessed her, claiming her with his lips and his passion, and Lisere could only utter a surprised whimper as her arms slid around his body. This was done less out of a desire to hold him as she attempted to kiss back, and more out of a need to try and remove the sensation that she was spinning out of control and no longer tethered to the earth.
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Aesen Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: 17
Physical Description: Aesen looks his age, with an angular jaw and rounded chin. His grey eyes are soft and often gleam with mischief, or when he thinks no one is looking dim with melancholy. His hair is short and brown and he stands a hair breadth under six foot even.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aesen often wears a long leather coat with a furred collar. Underneath he wears a grey shirt and dark grey slacks. His only weapon is a cutlass with a handle slight to large and heavy to be well balanced.
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Registered: Aug 7, 2016 14:08:16 GMT -8
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Post by Aesen Kestrel on Aug 25, 2016 14:54:01 GMT -8
Aesen can't resist sliding his arms back around Lisere. Holding her tight even as she hold him. Pushed by desire and instinct his lips part hers. The kiss deepens and he tastes her deeply. In a clumsy but fierce meeting of tongues. His head is spinning and the world has fallen away. There is nothing he wants more in that moment than her. At least until his stomach growls and grumbles painfully. Then he breaks the kiss, giving her a sheepish grin.
"Right so what were we doing? Lunch, or I suppose dinner now."
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