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 26, 2016 17:36:00 GMT -8
Lisere hesitated. She couldn't tell him that she'd heard him talking in his sleep. She hadn't known Aesen for terribly long, but she knew him - he wanted to appear strong, like nothing bothered him, and knowing that she knew about his fears would just make things.. awkward. So she smiled bashfully and looked down at the floor as she murmured her reply.
"You were talking in your sleep. It kept me awake. So I came in here, but the bed wasn't comfortable, so I made myself a little nest back here. I like small spaces, they make me feel safe." So it wasn't entirely a lie. But he didn't need to know that. She leaned in and gave him a quick kiss, then stood and wriggled her way out from behind the bed.
"I'm hungry." She hurried toward the kitchen, intent on putting together something for lunch.
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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 26, 2016 18:44:35 GMT -8
Talking in his sleep? Aesen wasn't aware he did that. Then again it wasn't as thought he slept with anyone. Well not until last night. He trails Lisere into the kitchen. Watching as he often did as she put lunch together. A smile on his lips. He needed a new job. Something to keep him occupied. But he couldn't do that in Nireal. Not if they planned to stay in the city. He also needs to talk to her about their relationship. How it was developing and what they might do. He wasn't sure how far it would go. How far she wanted it to go. Aesen's smile dims as he realizes that is life is in shambles. The only solid point at the moment was her. That frightened him, even as it made him feel... warm.
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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 26, 2016 18:49:41 GMT -8
Lisere assembled sandwiches and sliced up some apples, as well as vegetables, tossing the latter in spices and baking them for a few brief minutes until they were nice and crispy. This was then served up, and she settled in at the table to eat, munching happily. She still wasn't sure what to do about the situation with Aesen. She knew she would have to talk to him about it eventually, but she didn't want to embarrass him. Even more than that, she didn't want to hasten a conversation that would likely mean the end of their relationship. The realization that that would probably be the outcome dulled her appetite, but she forced herself to keep eating.
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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 26, 2016 18:56:06 GMT -8
Aesen settled into the table across from Lisere. So wrapped up in his own dark thoughts he doesn't notice that she is a mirror. Both of them worried about losing the other. Both unsure how to broach the topic. He picks at his food listlessly. Lacking appetite, but not willing to let her hard work got to waste. Things had so wonderful on Thorun. But in realizing he had deeper feelings for her everything had gone to shit. Because deep down he just didn't believe he deserved to be happy.
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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 26, 2016 19:33:53 GMT -8
Lisere forced herself to finish eating, then looked up at Aesen. She could tell something was still wrong, and she sighed. Pushing aside her empty plate, she looked at him with an expression that was unspeakably sad.
"Aesen.. I think we need to talk." She paused, uncertain how to begin.. then realized she might as well start with admitting to her.. sort-of lie. And so she just sort of blurted the words before she could lose her courage.
"I didn't leave the bed because you were talking in your sleep. Well, I mean, I sort of did, but.. it was because of what you said, not simply because you were talking. You didn't talk that much, actually. You just.. you said.. that you didn't want to lose me, but that you didn't deserve me." She looked up at him, a mixture of guilt and that same deep sadness in her eyes. Her voice was thick with the threat of tears when she spoke again.
"I care about you, Aesen. A whole lot. But.. I feel like being with you is just making you miserable. I don't want to do that to you. I'd rather you be not with me and happy and me be sad without you than you be unhappy. Please, just.. tell me what to do to make you happy, Aesen."
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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 26, 2016 19:42:59 GMT -8
Aesen looked up. He was mostly done his meal though it had been struggle. Then she says the words he'd been afraid to hear. They needed to talk. He knew this was coming. This is where it all came crashing down, just as he deserved. Then she starts to speak and things change. He doesn't even know how to handle what she is saying. He said he didn't deserve her? She thought she made him unhappy? He opens his mouth to object. A glint of firey anger in his eyes. But then he sees her tears and his heart breaks. He doesn't know what to say so he stops. He thinks on what has been said to him. Finally he has to admit the truth. He could lie to her, but not to himself.
"I... want you so badly it hurts. You make me feel so happy. But you are right. I don't think I deserve that. I'm not a good person Lisere. You are. You may have been sired by demons, but you are so... Bright, innocent, happy, and good. I don't deserve to have something like that in my life. That is what I believe. I know you said that you wanted to be with me. And I want to be with you so much. But I can't stop myself from thinking that it will all go horribly wrong. I fear that I am tainted. Tainted and broken. And I don't know that it can be fixed."
He stares at his hands not sure what to do.
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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 26, 2016 20:14:15 GMT -8
The tears in her eyes overflowed and began to fall as she listened to what Aesen said. She could understand why he thought that way, but didn't he understand he was wrong? Lisere reached up and wiped away those unwanted tears with her knuckles, then stood from her seat and moved around to where Aesen was sitting. Sinking to her knees on the floor beside his chair, she took his hands in her own and pulled them closer, then leaned forward and pressed her cheek against his hands, unable to bring herself to look at him as she spoke again in a quiet voice.
"I don't care if you think you're a bad person, or if you think you don't deserve me, or to be happy. You're wrong. Just because you've done things that could be called bad doesn't make you bad. You have a good heart, I see that in you, no matter how much you want to deny it. And if it's going to end badly.. then it ends. But you don't know that it will for certain. Thinking that it will, will just make it happen that much faster. Please, don't think like that. We don't know what the future holds. But I believe we make our own destiny. So let's just live one day at a time, and take things as they come, and hope for the best. And.. don't think that you need to be fixed. Because you don't. You're not tainted, and you're not broken. You're wonderful and I.. I love you just the way you are." This last was whispered almost fearfully, as though she expected him to push her away because she confessed her feelings. She still couldn't make herself look at him, and she was tense, poised to pull away if he rejected her.
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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 27, 2016 3:21:29 GMT -8
Aesen starred at Lisere. Sue had inserted herself between herself and his hands. She starts speaking at his stomach fills with warmth. Not because he believes what she is saying. It takes more than pretty words to heal damage like his. Still she believed in him and that made him feel good. Even if he thought hee belief misplaced. He is about to say so when she finishes her response. He chokes on what he'd been about to say. She loved him? He shifts his hands then pulling her up into his lap and hugging her close.
"I... love you to."
It takes every ounce of bold daring in him to get the words out. But he does. If she can admit it so can he.
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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 27, 2016 9:15:24 GMT -8
Lisere immediately let go of his hands when he moved them, only to look up at him with a wary mixture of surprise and hope when he began pulling at her. She found herself drawn up and into Aesen's lap, and then his arms were around her. Relief coursed through her. He wasn't rejecting her because of what she'd said. And then he spoke and her heart surged up into her throat. He.. loved her too? Looking at him with wide eyes, she felt her eyes fill with tears again, and then she was gently framing his face in her hands, pressing her lips against his in a deep kiss. It wasn't intense or passionate, but it was filled with the depth of her feelings for him as happiness and love coursed through her veins.
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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 27, 2016 11:59:28 GMT -8
Aesen accepted the kiss returning it with the same feelings. Saying without words what he feels for Lisere. The woman who made it through his layers of snark and delusion. By the simple virtue of being a good person. A good person who was also exotic and attractive. He was still a teenage boy after all. Soon though the simple kiss is not enough. He deepens the kiss adding his passion for her. Parting her lips and allowing his tongue to dip in and exploring. Once hand begins to gently caress her back. Tentatively exploring ready to stop at the first sign he's made her uncomfortable.
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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 27, 2016 13:35:27 GMT -8
Lisere breathed a sigh that was nearly a moan as Aesen deepened the kiss, and then she was winding her arms around his neck, pulling herself flush against him while she kissed back with fire. His wandering hands made her shiver, but she didn't stop him, and her tail reached around, sliding beneath his shirt so that the tip could gently stroke along his spine. The serpentine appendage really did have a mind of its own, and she would've been embarrassed if she realized what it was doing, but she was too wrapped up in letting Aesen kiss her senseless, and trying to return the favor. After a few moments though, she broke the kiss to murmur against his lips.
"Do you want to take this back to the bedroom..?"
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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 27, 2016 13:48:58 GMT -8
Aesen let out a groan when she broke the kiss. It takes him a moment to realize Lisere said something. When he does he blinks in surprise. She couldn't be suggesting what he thought she was? Shaking his head he decides that for the moment he'd just do what felt right. Damn the consequences and damn his conscious. So instead of answering with words he answers with a passionate kiss. Then without breaking it he lifts her into his arms. He moves them clumsily into the bedroom. Falling onto the mattress without breaking stride. His hands growing more bold in their exploration.
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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 27, 2016 14:20:50 GMT -8
Lisere wasn't sure what his answer would be when he kissed her, but she found she didn't much mind. And then Aesen was picking her up, and she squeaked in surprise, but clung to him, trying to make herself as un-awkward a burden as possible, her tail reaching out to curl around the doorknob and flick the door shut as they passed. They tumbled onto the bed, and she moaned as his hands renewed their roaming, growing more adventurous. She began to reciprocate, albeit much more carefully and hesitantly, given her claws, but she didn't stop him. If he went too far, she would.
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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 27, 2016 14:29:14 GMT -8
Aesen groaned his approval of Lisere's touch into the kiss. It was as it always. Gentle, tentative, and warm. She was always so careful not to scratch or hurt him. A primal part of his mind though summoned an image. An image of those claws breaking through the flesh of shoulder as he took her. Made her his in the most intimate way. Spurred by that image he gets even more daring. A hand slipping under her shirt to find the soft flesh hidden away. Flesh he caresses and squeezes with almost as much care as 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 27, 2016 15:03:50 GMT -8
Lisere gasped as his hand slid up under her shirt, and then she was breathing a surprised moan into the kiss, her back instinctively arching to press the flesh he was molding more firmly into his hand. She hadn't imagined that he would be so bold, or that such a thing would feel so good. Tentatively, her hand slid up under his shirt, caressing his back with gentle touches, before that hand slid around to the front of his body, exploring the muscle of his abdomen. Every so often, the tips of her claws would lightly drag across his skin, but she was so very careful not to actually hurt him. She would never forgive herself if she did that. Her tail, however, was being far more naughty, and the tip had taken to stroking his thigh in a manner that was far less innocent than her tentative explorations of his chest and stomach.
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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 27, 2016 15:45:08 GMT -8
Aesen reveled in the feeling of the soft mound pliant beneath his fingers. Another moan leaving his mouth as her finger explore his chest. His other hand moves down the small of her back until it comes to rest on her rear. His fingers gently groping at the supple flesh through her clothing. Well his other hand continues to massage and caress under her shirt. Part of him wonders how far they will go. Another part is frightened about it.
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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 27, 2016 16:06:59 GMT -8
Lisere felt something stirring within her as Aesen's hands moved against her body, and she didn't understand it. It frightened her even as she realized it felt good, and she found herself squirming in an attempt to silence the strange need that built within her body. Breaking the kiss, she gasped quiet words.
"Aesen, wait, stop, I'm not--" Her tone was apologetic, but also tinged with fear. She wasn't ready for things to go further.
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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 27, 2016 16:11:40 GMT -8
Aesen lets out a low growl when Lisere breaks the kiss. He wanted her in a deep and primal way. His eyes are dark with arousal and desire. For the briefest moment it seems as though he will ignore her words. But it doesn't last. He shakes his head and rolls onto his back. Groaning half in frustration half in pleasure. She wanted him to stop and he would listen. Though he didn't like it. He wasn't really sure what to say at the moment. He was still wrapped up in want. So he just stares up at the ceiling in silence.
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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 27, 2016 16:18:37 GMT -8
And in that brief moment, Lisere worried that she might have pushed him too far. Her ears tilted back and her tail flopped limply, but then relief suffused her as Aesen rolled away, even if it was unwillingly. Guilt suffused her then. She shouldn't make him suffer just because she was frightened. Chewing on her lip, she looked at him, and although she was untouched, she knew about the male body.. she saw the evidence of what troubled poor Aesen. Sitting up, she moved closer, and her clawed fingers began to carefully fumble at the fastenings of his trousers as she spoke.
"I'm sorry. Here, let me.. help you." Her cheeks burned at the mere suggestion, but she was determined, and had no intention of stopping.
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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 27, 2016 16:26:14 GMT -8
Aesen didn't respond to her words. He was still struggling to regain control. He'd been so... wrapped up in what was happening. He wasn't sure how he'd managed to stop. Which is why he jerked up in surprise when he feels her hands at his trouser fastings.
"Lisere?"
His voice is a hoarse murmur. Any though of trying to stop her or saying anything else vanishes quickly though. Pretty much the moment she manages to get into his pants.
<Fade to black>
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