Yoxia Hiro
Committed
Roleplay posts: 52 
Age: 22
Physical Description: Hiro is a young man who stands of average stature with a straight back and a smile on his face. His complexion is rather pale and he has a staggeringly low amount of body fat, instead being built exclusively of a tremendously well-defined musculature despite not being large. Hiro's hair is dark and kept quite short in all areas except the very back, where a few inches width of hair has been allowed to grow right down to his hips.
Hiro's face has a softly triangular shape, with a straight nose and a narrow chin. His eyes are dark brown, with straight and prominent eyebrows above them.
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Clothes and Equipment: Hiro tends to wear attire fit for travelling, with leather boots, wrist bracers and pants resembling a martial artist's gi. His upper body is covered by a waist-length, kimono-like shirt in white; held closed by one side wrapped over the other at halfway down the chest; which is then kept in place by a wide, slightly darker sash wrapped around the waist and tied in position so that it falls down to his left knee. His shirt has a tall collar, over which hang various trinkets fastened to several separate leather strings.
Around his waist is a leather belt from which he hangs pouches and other personal items including throwing knives and a dark purple cloth that falls to just above his right knee. Above this belt a decorative red-orange rope is similarly wrapped, which also keeps secured the sash that holds in place his shirt.
Finally a leather strap worn from above one arm to below the other keeps a scabbard fastened to his back, in which he holds a long straight sword made in a far-east style.
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Player's online availability : Sometimes.
Registered: Oct 2, 2016 6:17:19 GMT -8
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Post by Yoxia Hiro on Oct 3, 2016 15:11:58 GMT -8
Entering the tavern establishment, Yoxia Hiro's arrival was one that raised heads; he pushed open the door and stepped inside, a stranger with paler skin and different eyes, darker hair and strange clothes. More than this, he was armed and alone, albeit his weapon was sheathed across his back in a long scabbard of leather.
Not initially knowing what to say, which would probably only serve to heighten the awkwardness of the moment, Hiro eventually raised a hand and waved. "Good afternoon!" He chippered cheerfully as he crossed to a table and took a seat.
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Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 127 
Age: 29
Physical Description: Tall and sturdy, Dasyra is a lightly muscled and curvaceous woman. Light-skinned and with strong, striking facial features, she stands out in a crowd not only for her height - taller than the average Esdaran woman at 5'9" - but for her strikingly violet hair. Said hair usually worn tamed back into a long braid that falls nearly to her knees. She has pale blue eyes that are piercing, and often filled with mirth - or determination.
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Clothes and Equipment: It's very rare to see Dasyra outside of her armor/uniform - which consists of lots of silver-edged greyish-white plate and blue fabric - but on the rare occasions it happens, she tends toward comfortable clothing in shades of blue and grey, with sturdy brown boots and fingerless blue gloves. When on duty, she carries a long halberd, and it never leaves her side while she's in her armor. She has little in the way of personal effects, and wears no jewelry. When off duty, she tends to carry a small sword and a set of daggers.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 11, 2016 12:59:25 GMT -8
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Post by Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael on Oct 3, 2016 20:39:02 GMT -8
It was mid-afternoon, and the tavern was mostly empty, but his appearance got some raised heads and curious looks. No one spoke a word, though, at least not until a woman with long purple hair glanced at him with bright blue eyes and grinned. She wore no armor, and was in fact clad in a simple white shirt, with matching blue breeches and coat, but she held herself like a soldier. She eyed him thoughtfully, then stood from her table, which was littered with pieces of parchment covered in neat but cramped script. She shuffled most of these together, lumping them into a messy pile, then picked up said pile and her quill and inkwell, then lifted her tankard of ale and sipped at the contents, before crossing to where he sat.
"Ahh, another from the world below, I presume! Welcome to Esdara, stranger. May I join you?" She caught the gaze of a barmaid and flicked her eyes toward Hiro, indicating the woman should come and, you know, do her job. Ask the man what he wanted to drink and get it!
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Yoxia Hiro
Committed
Roleplay posts: 52
Age: 22
Physical Description: Hiro is a young man who stands of average stature with a straight back and a smile on his face. His complexion is rather pale and he has a staggeringly low amount of body fat, instead being built exclusively of a tremendously well-defined musculature despite not being large. Hiro's hair is dark and kept quite short in all areas except the very back, where a few inches width of hair has been allowed to grow right down to his hips.
Hiro's face has a softly triangular shape, with a straight nose and a narrow chin. His eyes are dark brown, with straight and prominent eyebrows above them.
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Clothes and Equipment: Hiro tends to wear attire fit for travelling, with leather boots, wrist bracers and pants resembling a martial artist's gi. His upper body is covered by a waist-length, kimono-like shirt in white; held closed by one side wrapped over the other at halfway down the chest; which is then kept in place by a wide, slightly darker sash wrapped around the waist and tied in position so that it falls down to his left knee. His shirt has a tall collar, over which hang various trinkets fastened to several separate leather strings.
Around his waist is a leather belt from which he hangs pouches and other personal items including throwing knives and a dark purple cloth that falls to just above his right knee. Above this belt a decorative red-orange rope is similarly wrapped, which also keeps secured the sash that holds in place his shirt.
Finally a leather strap worn from above one arm to below the other keeps a scabbard fastened to his back, in which he holds a long straight sword made in a far-east style.
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Player's online availability : Sometimes.
Registered: Oct 2, 2016 6:17:19 GMT -8
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Post by Yoxia Hiro on Oct 4, 2016 4:01:35 GMT -8
Finding his gaze fall upon Dasyra, Hiro's eyes were almost blinded by brightness and unusual colour of the woman's hair. He had never seen anything like it before, a fact that could be quickly worked out via how long he lingered on her locks as though fascinated. After eventually pulling himself away and shaking his head with a self-aimed laugh, he stretched his fingers out with the back of his palms and gave her a nod.
"Of course. I am a guest here after all, so I have no right to decline you."
He glanced at the papers she held, then when the barmaid came he looked at her and pondered what to order. "Just.. Water, please."
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Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 127
Age: 29
Physical Description: Tall and sturdy, Dasyra is a lightly muscled and curvaceous woman. Light-skinned and with strong, striking facial features, she stands out in a crowd not only for her height - taller than the average Esdaran woman at 5'9" - but for her strikingly violet hair. Said hair usually worn tamed back into a long braid that falls nearly to her knees. She has pale blue eyes that are piercing, and often filled with mirth - or determination.
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Clothes and Equipment: It's very rare to see Dasyra outside of her armor/uniform - which consists of lots of silver-edged greyish-white plate and blue fabric - but on the rare occasions it happens, she tends toward comfortable clothing in shades of blue and grey, with sturdy brown boots and fingerless blue gloves. When on duty, she carries a long halberd, and it never leaves her side while she's in her armor. She has little in the way of personal effects, and wears no jewelry. When off duty, she tends to carry a small sword and a set of daggers.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 11, 2016 12:59:25 GMT -8
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Post by Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael on Oct 4, 2016 7:02:48 GMT -8
"Thank you." Dasyra slid into the chair across from him, and put her papers and such in one of the other vacant chairs, just so it wouldn't be cluttering up the tabletop. She looked up at the barmaid with a beaming grin.
"More of Halis's special, Liira, thanks. Oh and some of that popped corn stuff." Once the barmaid had left, Dasyra looked back to the Lowlander with a curious expression.
"I'm Dasyra Ushael, a member of the Winged Force. Forgive me if I surprised you. I was here when the first from Below came to Esdara, and I'm fascinated by the Lowlands. Will you tell me your story? I'll tell you mine in return, should you like."
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Yoxia Hiro
Committed
Roleplay posts: 52
Age: 22
Physical Description: Hiro is a young man who stands of average stature with a straight back and a smile on his face. His complexion is rather pale and he has a staggeringly low amount of body fat, instead being built exclusively of a tremendously well-defined musculature despite not being large. Hiro's hair is dark and kept quite short in all areas except the very back, where a few inches width of hair has been allowed to grow right down to his hips.
Hiro's face has a softly triangular shape, with a straight nose and a narrow chin. His eyes are dark brown, with straight and prominent eyebrows above them.
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Clothes and Equipment: Hiro tends to wear attire fit for travelling, with leather boots, wrist bracers and pants resembling a martial artist's gi. His upper body is covered by a waist-length, kimono-like shirt in white; held closed by one side wrapped over the other at halfway down the chest; which is then kept in place by a wide, slightly darker sash wrapped around the waist and tied in position so that it falls down to his left knee. His shirt has a tall collar, over which hang various trinkets fastened to several separate leather strings.
Around his waist is a leather belt from which he hangs pouches and other personal items including throwing knives and a dark purple cloth that falls to just above his right knee. Above this belt a decorative red-orange rope is similarly wrapped, which also keeps secured the sash that holds in place his shirt.
Finally a leather strap worn from above one arm to below the other keeps a scabbard fastened to his back, in which he holds a long straight sword made in a far-east style.
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Player's online availability : Sometimes.
Registered: Oct 2, 2016 6:17:19 GMT -8
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Post by Yoxia Hiro on Oct 4, 2016 7:33:13 GMT -8
"Story?" He pondered, lightly rubbing his smooth chin and thinking on how best to answer her question. "Well... I am Yoxia Hiro and, I suppose, I have no story worth telling. I come from the furthest east, in a land called the Forbidden Kingdom not because outsiders are stopped from entering, but because reaching it takes so long and is such a perilous journey that our natural borders isolate us from most of the outside world; we are, thanks to the land, forbidden."
He smiled with fond memories. "It is a land of endless expanse. Mountains that slice through rolling clouds, forming spires that stand above an archipelago of lakes and rivers. To the west and north, great impassible deserts and canyons are home to simple folk who etch out their living in the sand. In the south, forests of red leaves and bamboo stretch between the Twin Rivers like an ocean. In the east, hills and farmlands reach as far as the eye can see until finally stopped by an ocean of serpents and dragons. Great walled cities holding hundreds of thousands of souls and millions of units of food and grain dot the land from border to border."
When his water arrived, he quickly stopped speaking to take a long drink from the cup.
"It is also a land of great suffering. Our Emperor lost control of his kingdom long ago and now the dozens of governors and lords fight for control and dominion. Armies of thousands meet in battle, while great heroes and generals form legends by their deeds and our scholars and ministers plan manoeuvres and play impossibly complex chess with the lives of soldiers and kings."
Despite a hint of sadness at those last words, he soon grinned again. "And yet our culture and spirit are great. No matter who wins these wars, my homeland will never lose it's identity."
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Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 127
Age: 29
Physical Description: Tall and sturdy, Dasyra is a lightly muscled and curvaceous woman. Light-skinned and with strong, striking facial features, she stands out in a crowd not only for her height - taller than the average Esdaran woman at 5'9" - but for her strikingly violet hair. Said hair usually worn tamed back into a long braid that falls nearly to her knees. She has pale blue eyes that are piercing, and often filled with mirth - or determination.
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Clothes and Equipment: It's very rare to see Dasyra outside of her armor/uniform - which consists of lots of silver-edged greyish-white plate and blue fabric - but on the rare occasions it happens, she tends toward comfortable clothing in shades of blue and grey, with sturdy brown boots and fingerless blue gloves. When on duty, she carries a long halberd, and it never leaves her side while she's in her armor. She has little in the way of personal effects, and wears no jewelry. When off duty, she tends to carry a small sword and a set of daggers.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 11, 2016 12:59:25 GMT -8
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Post by Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael on Oct 4, 2016 12:40:46 GMT -8
Dasyra propped her elbows on the table and dropped her chin into her upturned hands, gazing at Hiro with wide, fascinated eyes and a small grin as she listened to his words. She could picture his homeland in her mind, the details so vivid as to paint a lovely picture in her thoughts. Perhaps she could see this place, for although he said it was cut off from the world by mountains, such barriers were nonexistent for the zanora. She barely even noticed when the barmaid returned with their drinks, she was so wrapped up in Hiro's recitation. When he was finished, she breathed a soft sound of amazement.
"Thank you for telling the story of your home." Leaning back, she let her arms fall, first grasping her tankard and taking a swig of the sweet ale that filled it. Once it was set down, she folded her arms atop the table, and gave him a crooked grin.
"In return, I'll tell you whatever you'd like, as long as I have knowledge of the subject. Ask away."
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Yoxia Hiro
Committed
Roleplay posts: 52
Age: 22
Physical Description: Hiro is a young man who stands of average stature with a straight back and a smile on his face. His complexion is rather pale and he has a staggeringly low amount of body fat, instead being built exclusively of a tremendously well-defined musculature despite not being large. Hiro's hair is dark and kept quite short in all areas except the very back, where a few inches width of hair has been allowed to grow right down to his hips.
Hiro's face has a softly triangular shape, with a straight nose and a narrow chin. His eyes are dark brown, with straight and prominent eyebrows above them.
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Clothes and Equipment: Hiro tends to wear attire fit for travelling, with leather boots, wrist bracers and pants resembling a martial artist's gi. His upper body is covered by a waist-length, kimono-like shirt in white; held closed by one side wrapped over the other at halfway down the chest; which is then kept in place by a wide, slightly darker sash wrapped around the waist and tied in position so that it falls down to his left knee. His shirt has a tall collar, over which hang various trinkets fastened to several separate leather strings.
Around his waist is a leather belt from which he hangs pouches and other personal items including throwing knives and a dark purple cloth that falls to just above his right knee. Above this belt a decorative red-orange rope is similarly wrapped, which also keeps secured the sash that holds in place his shirt.
Finally a leather strap worn from above one arm to below the other keeps a scabbard fastened to his back, in which he holds a long straight sword made in a far-east style.
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Player's online availability : Sometimes.
Registered: Oct 2, 2016 6:17:19 GMT -8
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Post by Yoxia Hiro on Oct 4, 2016 13:56:37 GMT -8
"I'm not sure what I'm seeking," Hiro replied. "I'm travelling from place to place, hoping that whatever it is I'm looking for will show up one day. I'm keeping my eyes open, but as of now I'm not even sure what that is. It's quite possible I won't find it in Esdara at all, but until I'm sure I guess that all I can do is continue to roam and see the sights."
He sipped from his water again, beginning to feel a little out of place. "So... Unfortunately I'm not even sure what to ask."
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Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 127
Age: 29
Physical Description: Tall and sturdy, Dasyra is a lightly muscled and curvaceous woman. Light-skinned and with strong, striking facial features, she stands out in a crowd not only for her height - taller than the average Esdaran woman at 5'9" - but for her strikingly violet hair. Said hair usually worn tamed back into a long braid that falls nearly to her knees. She has pale blue eyes that are piercing, and often filled with mirth - or determination.
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Clothes and Equipment: It's very rare to see Dasyra outside of her armor/uniform - which consists of lots of silver-edged greyish-white plate and blue fabric - but on the rare occasions it happens, she tends toward comfortable clothing in shades of blue and grey, with sturdy brown boots and fingerless blue gloves. When on duty, she carries a long halberd, and it never leaves her side while she's in her armor. She has little in the way of personal effects, and wears no jewelry. When off duty, she tends to carry a small sword and a set of daggers.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 11, 2016 12:59:25 GMT -8
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Post by Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael on Oct 4, 2016 14:26:07 GMT -8
"Hmm. Well, since you told me about your home, I suppose I could share with you about Esdara's history. Let's see... About a thousand years ago, this island used to be in the Valley below us. It was a pleasant place, filled with happy people. They still worshiped Esdar, the Winged God of the Winds and Skies, but also some other deities that have since been lost to time. One day, the demon Xoilun created an evil miasma which was called the Myst, and sent it to cover the land. It blotted out the sun, withering our crops, killing our livestock, and began to slowly strangle the life out of our people."
"Desperate, prayers went up to all the gods and goddesses, begging for salvation. Eventually, it was Esdar that responded. He sent a great wind to clear the Myst away, then raised the land from the earth, bringing it into the sky and away from the reach of Xoilun's Myst. He created the first Winged Blade of Justice and Winged Crown of Grace, the High Priest and High Priestess of our faith, and bestowed them - as well as some of His most devout followers - with the sign of His grace: Wings of the purest white.
"He also took one of these people, the Esdar'ial we call them, and gave him a stone of great power, transforming the man into a great feathered dragon. He named this man the Skywarden, and bade him protect the sky, the winds, and the people of Esdar. And he did so for many years, until Xoilun once sought to strike us down. The Skywarden was lost in battle, but managed to harm Xoilun enough that he was banished from this plane of existence. We were hidden away by Esdar's power, kept from the world - and the world at large kept from us - until but a few short weeks ago. That was when several Heroes of different lands came together, purging the Myst from the Valley below and ascending to Esdara, alerting us to our liberation.
"And that's the history of Esdara." Finishing her tale, Dasyra took a deep drink of her ale. All that talking was thirsty work.
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Yoxia Hiro
Committed
Roleplay posts: 52
Age: 22
Physical Description: Hiro is a young man who stands of average stature with a straight back and a smile on his face. His complexion is rather pale and he has a staggeringly low amount of body fat, instead being built exclusively of a tremendously well-defined musculature despite not being large. Hiro's hair is dark and kept quite short in all areas except the very back, where a few inches width of hair has been allowed to grow right down to his hips.
Hiro's face has a softly triangular shape, with a straight nose and a narrow chin. His eyes are dark brown, with straight and prominent eyebrows above them.
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Clothes and Equipment: Hiro tends to wear attire fit for travelling, with leather boots, wrist bracers and pants resembling a martial artist's gi. His upper body is covered by a waist-length, kimono-like shirt in white; held closed by one side wrapped over the other at halfway down the chest; which is then kept in place by a wide, slightly darker sash wrapped around the waist and tied in position so that it falls down to his left knee. His shirt has a tall collar, over which hang various trinkets fastened to several separate leather strings.
Around his waist is a leather belt from which he hangs pouches and other personal items including throwing knives and a dark purple cloth that falls to just above his right knee. Above this belt a decorative red-orange rope is similarly wrapped, which also keeps secured the sash that holds in place his shirt.
Finally a leather strap worn from above one arm to below the other keeps a scabbard fastened to his back, in which he holds a long straight sword made in a far-east style.
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Player's online availability : Sometimes.
Registered: Oct 2, 2016 6:17:19 GMT -8
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Post by Yoxia Hiro on Oct 4, 2016 15:17:09 GMT -8
"That's quite the story," he admitted, folding his arms across his middle and leaning back into his seat. "It must be strange suddenly having the entire world open to you. Have your people not send out envoys and emissaries to explore, like I have been?"
"I'm afraid the history of my own home cannot be explained in such a concise manner. Our myths and legends stretch for as long as there have been years, with deities and heroes and villains all interacting; loving, warring, creating and destroying across ages. Even animal spirits and our ancestors are seen as figures in the never-ending canon of our mythos and not even the wisest scholars and historians can fully understand or record our past."
He grinned then, leaning forwards onto the table and looking Dasyra in the eye. "Though it is said by some that if you go to the Imperial Capital, then go inwards to the Forbidden City, then in further still to the Jade Palace, a room exists there in which the ongoing chronicles of my people are written upon the scales of the ever-growing great snake by an army of seers and calligraphers at the behest of the Divine Emperor."
Hiro sat back from the table again and smiled. "Those are just stories of course. No mortal has ever entered the Jade Palace."
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Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 127
Age: 29
Physical Description: Tall and sturdy, Dasyra is a lightly muscled and curvaceous woman. Light-skinned and with strong, striking facial features, she stands out in a crowd not only for her height - taller than the average Esdaran woman at 5'9" - but for her strikingly violet hair. Said hair usually worn tamed back into a long braid that falls nearly to her knees. She has pale blue eyes that are piercing, and often filled with mirth - or determination.
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Clothes and Equipment: It's very rare to see Dasyra outside of her armor/uniform - which consists of lots of silver-edged greyish-white plate and blue fabric - but on the rare occasions it happens, she tends toward comfortable clothing in shades of blue and grey, with sturdy brown boots and fingerless blue gloves. When on duty, she carries a long halberd, and it never leaves her side while she's in her armor. She has little in the way of personal effects, and wears no jewelry. When off duty, she tends to carry a small sword and a set of daggers.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 11, 2016 12:59:25 GMT -8
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Post by Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael on Oct 4, 2016 15:49:11 GMT -8
"The Blade and Crown are still organizing things on that front. We've had no cause for ambassadors or emissaries for a thousand years, remembering how to forge diplomatic ties is coming to us slowly. Though a few of our aerial companies have been deployed to scout out the land below." She chuckled at that, sipping at her ale again, and listened to Hiro's words with great interest. Talk of this Jade Palace and its ever-growing snake fascinated her.
"Why not?" This was asked of why no mortal had ever entered the Jade Palace. Forbidden things naturally drew the curiosity of mortals, even these Esdarans.
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Yoxia Hiro
Committed
Roleplay posts: 52
Age: 22
Physical Description: Hiro is a young man who stands of average stature with a straight back and a smile on his face. His complexion is rather pale and he has a staggeringly low amount of body fat, instead being built exclusively of a tremendously well-defined musculature despite not being large. Hiro's hair is dark and kept quite short in all areas except the very back, where a few inches width of hair has been allowed to grow right down to his hips.
Hiro's face has a softly triangular shape, with a straight nose and a narrow chin. His eyes are dark brown, with straight and prominent eyebrows above them.
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Clothes and Equipment: Hiro tends to wear attire fit for travelling, with leather boots, wrist bracers and pants resembling a martial artist's gi. His upper body is covered by a waist-length, kimono-like shirt in white; held closed by one side wrapped over the other at halfway down the chest; which is then kept in place by a wide, slightly darker sash wrapped around the waist and tied in position so that it falls down to his left knee. His shirt has a tall collar, over which hang various trinkets fastened to several separate leather strings.
Around his waist is a leather belt from which he hangs pouches and other personal items including throwing knives and a dark purple cloth that falls to just above his right knee. Above this belt a decorative red-orange rope is similarly wrapped, which also keeps secured the sash that holds in place his shirt.
Finally a leather strap worn from above one arm to below the other keeps a scabbard fastened to his back, in which he holds a long straight sword made in a far-east style.
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Player's online availability : Sometimes.
Registered: Oct 2, 2016 6:17:19 GMT -8
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Post by Yoxia Hiro on Oct 4, 2016 15:58:36 GMT -8
"For the same reason that I'm not allowed to just wander in and meet the Blade and the Crown I imagine," he answered with a smile. "The Jade Palace is the seat of the Divine Emperor, protected by an army of his great guard. It is a fortress city inside of a city that's inside of yet another city, each layer protected by even greater defences than that which precedes it. Only the greatest are allowed to enter a place that is impossible to siege or infiltrate. What better place is there to house an Emperor?"
At that point he laughed a little. "I find the whole thing ridiculous, myself. You can surround yourself with walls and an army, but it only takes one hidden dagger to slip through. I'd much rather surround myself with good, loyal friends and the open air."
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Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 127
Age: 29
Physical Description: Tall and sturdy, Dasyra is a lightly muscled and curvaceous woman. Light-skinned and with strong, striking facial features, she stands out in a crowd not only for her height - taller than the average Esdaran woman at 5'9" - but for her strikingly violet hair. Said hair usually worn tamed back into a long braid that falls nearly to her knees. She has pale blue eyes that are piercing, and often filled with mirth - or determination.
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Clothes and Equipment: It's very rare to see Dasyra outside of her armor/uniform - which consists of lots of silver-edged greyish-white plate and blue fabric - but on the rare occasions it happens, she tends toward comfortable clothing in shades of blue and grey, with sturdy brown boots and fingerless blue gloves. When on duty, she carries a long halberd, and it never leaves her side while she's in her armor. She has little in the way of personal effects, and wears no jewelry. When off duty, she tends to carry a small sword and a set of daggers.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 11, 2016 12:59:25 GMT -8
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Post by Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael on Oct 4, 2016 16:21:10 GMT -8
Dasyra couldn't help but laugh at that. He made a very good point! Even she had never met the Blade and Crown, despite having been right outside the Council Hall while they were in it. All amusement faded into open curiosity as he elaborated on the reasons, her head nodding in understanding. Fascinating stuff, really. A Divine Emperor protected behind layers and layers of security.
"I agree, but I know it isn't always that easy. The Blade and Crown try to be out among the people when they can, but the threat of heretics always looms. Xoilun's touch isn't completely gone from the world, and we've lost our leaders to those wielding daggers in his name before." She frowned at the mention of that. There had been stirrings of unrest with their borders now open to those from Below. People who thought that the unworthy from the Lowlands weren't fit to set foot on Esdar's holy land. Nothing had come of it.. yet.
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Yoxia Hiro
Committed
Roleplay posts: 52
Age: 22
Physical Description: Hiro is a young man who stands of average stature with a straight back and a smile on his face. His complexion is rather pale and he has a staggeringly low amount of body fat, instead being built exclusively of a tremendously well-defined musculature despite not being large. Hiro's hair is dark and kept quite short in all areas except the very back, where a few inches width of hair has been allowed to grow right down to his hips.
Hiro's face has a softly triangular shape, with a straight nose and a narrow chin. His eyes are dark brown, with straight and prominent eyebrows above them.
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Clothes and Equipment: Hiro tends to wear attire fit for travelling, with leather boots, wrist bracers and pants resembling a martial artist's gi. His upper body is covered by a waist-length, kimono-like shirt in white; held closed by one side wrapped over the other at halfway down the chest; which is then kept in place by a wide, slightly darker sash wrapped around the waist and tied in position so that it falls down to his left knee. His shirt has a tall collar, over which hang various trinkets fastened to several separate leather strings.
Around his waist is a leather belt from which he hangs pouches and other personal items including throwing knives and a dark purple cloth that falls to just above his right knee. Above this belt a decorative red-orange rope is similarly wrapped, which also keeps secured the sash that holds in place his shirt.
Finally a leather strap worn from above one arm to below the other keeps a scabbard fastened to his back, in which he holds a long straight sword made in a far-east style.
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Player's online availability : Sometimes.
Registered: Oct 2, 2016 6:17:19 GMT -8
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Post by Yoxia Hiro on Oct 5, 2016 11:09:21 GMT -8
"I see," Hiro replied, placing one hand over his other on the table surface and taking in a breath through his nose while he processed Dasyra's words. "My master once told me that someone who speaks the truth isn't afraid to preach it. He doesn't fear the people who would try to silence him, because he knows that telling it is more important than his own life."
He twitched his nose and sniffled a little, having noticed the frown on Dasyra's face. "But he also told me that only stupid people die for stupid reasons. A lot of his teachings are contradictory."
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Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 127
Age: 29
Physical Description: Tall and sturdy, Dasyra is a lightly muscled and curvaceous woman. Light-skinned and with strong, striking facial features, she stands out in a crowd not only for her height - taller than the average Esdaran woman at 5'9" - but for her strikingly violet hair. Said hair usually worn tamed back into a long braid that falls nearly to her knees. She has pale blue eyes that are piercing, and often filled with mirth - or determination.
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Clothes and Equipment: It's very rare to see Dasyra outside of her armor/uniform - which consists of lots of silver-edged greyish-white plate and blue fabric - but on the rare occasions it happens, she tends toward comfortable clothing in shades of blue and grey, with sturdy brown boots and fingerless blue gloves. When on duty, she carries a long halberd, and it never leaves her side while she's in her armor. She has little in the way of personal effects, and wears no jewelry. When off duty, she tends to carry a small sword and a set of daggers.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 11, 2016 12:59:25 GMT -8
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Post by Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael on Oct 5, 2016 12:11:48 GMT -8
A brow arched at what Hiro said. Surely he wasn't saying that the Blade and Crown were speaking untruths just because they didn't go out among the people terribly often? And then he continued with a statement that completely contradicted the first, making the woman grin, and then laugh.
"Contradictory, indeed. The Blade and Crown are the voice of Esdar in this world, and should they fall, the whole country would be thrown into turmoil. Esdar usually picks the next Blade and Crown by directing the current ones to who He chooses as their successor, and without a Blade and Crown to do this.. who knows how long we would be without leadership? They keep themselves safe to better protect and guide us, and the Crown comes into the city once a month to hear from the people - they both tour the island once a year to speak to all of its citizens and hear their concerns. They care for us very deeply, but they understand that it's their utmost duty to live, that we may have leadership." Taking another swig of her ale, Dasyra then set the tankard down and clapped her hands together.
"Enough of that serious stuff! Would you like to see more of the city? I'm on leave, so I'd be happy to show you around."
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Yoxia Hiro
Committed
Roleplay posts: 52
Age: 22
Physical Description: Hiro is a young man who stands of average stature with a straight back and a smile on his face. His complexion is rather pale and he has a staggeringly low amount of body fat, instead being built exclusively of a tremendously well-defined musculature despite not being large. Hiro's hair is dark and kept quite short in all areas except the very back, where a few inches width of hair has been allowed to grow right down to his hips.
Hiro's face has a softly triangular shape, with a straight nose and a narrow chin. His eyes are dark brown, with straight and prominent eyebrows above them.
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Clothes and Equipment: Hiro tends to wear attire fit for travelling, with leather boots, wrist bracers and pants resembling a martial artist's gi. His upper body is covered by a waist-length, kimono-like shirt in white; held closed by one side wrapped over the other at halfway down the chest; which is then kept in place by a wide, slightly darker sash wrapped around the waist and tied in position so that it falls down to his left knee. His shirt has a tall collar, over which hang various trinkets fastened to several separate leather strings.
Around his waist is a leather belt from which he hangs pouches and other personal items including throwing knives and a dark purple cloth that falls to just above his right knee. Above this belt a decorative red-orange rope is similarly wrapped, which also keeps secured the sash that holds in place his shirt.
Finally a leather strap worn from above one arm to below the other keeps a scabbard fastened to his back, in which he holds a long straight sword made in a far-east style.
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Player's online availability : Sometimes.
Registered: Oct 2, 2016 6:17:19 GMT -8
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Post by Yoxia Hiro on Oct 5, 2016 13:34:06 GMT -8
He listened to her reply, but kept himself silent as he did not wish to offend. It was only when she decided to be done with the serious talk that his spirits lifted again and he came out with a grin. "That would be fantastic! Thank you for the offer. I'm very much interested in seeing the city and it's sights!"
He almost immediately stood up to his full height and drank down the rest of his water. "Are you ready to go now?"
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Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 127
Age: 29
Physical Description: Tall and sturdy, Dasyra is a lightly muscled and curvaceous woman. Light-skinned and with strong, striking facial features, she stands out in a crowd not only for her height - taller than the average Esdaran woman at 5'9" - but for her strikingly violet hair. Said hair usually worn tamed back into a long braid that falls nearly to her knees. She has pale blue eyes that are piercing, and often filled with mirth - or determination.
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Clothes and Equipment: It's very rare to see Dasyra outside of her armor/uniform - which consists of lots of silver-edged greyish-white plate and blue fabric - but on the rare occasions it happens, she tends toward comfortable clothing in shades of blue and grey, with sturdy brown boots and fingerless blue gloves. When on duty, she carries a long halberd, and it never leaves her side while she's in her armor. She has little in the way of personal effects, and wears no jewelry. When off duty, she tends to carry a small sword and a set of daggers.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 11, 2016 12:59:25 GMT -8
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Post by Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael on Oct 5, 2016 17:17:11 GMT -8
His response made Dasyra grin, and then she was standing, gathering her papers. They were handed to a passing barmaid with a request to hold them in the back for her, before she turned to Hiro and nodded.
"Absolutely. Let's go." She gestured for him to follow and moved toward the door.
<Exit to The Streets of Esdar'ai>
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Yoxia Hiro
Committed
Roleplay posts: 52
Age: 22
Physical Description: Hiro is a young man who stands of average stature with a straight back and a smile on his face. His complexion is rather pale and he has a staggeringly low amount of body fat, instead being built exclusively of a tremendously well-defined musculature despite not being large. Hiro's hair is dark and kept quite short in all areas except the very back, where a few inches width of hair has been allowed to grow right down to his hips.
Hiro's face has a softly triangular shape, with a straight nose and a narrow chin. His eyes are dark brown, with straight and prominent eyebrows above them.
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Clothes and Equipment: Hiro tends to wear attire fit for travelling, with leather boots, wrist bracers and pants resembling a martial artist's gi. His upper body is covered by a waist-length, kimono-like shirt in white; held closed by one side wrapped over the other at halfway down the chest; which is then kept in place by a wide, slightly darker sash wrapped around the waist and tied in position so that it falls down to his left knee. His shirt has a tall collar, over which hang various trinkets fastened to several separate leather strings.
Around his waist is a leather belt from which he hangs pouches and other personal items including throwing knives and a dark purple cloth that falls to just above his right knee. Above this belt a decorative red-orange rope is similarly wrapped, which also keeps secured the sash that holds in place his shirt.
Finally a leather strap worn from above one arm to below the other keeps a scabbard fastened to his back, in which he holds a long straight sword made in a far-east style.
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Player's online availability : Sometimes.
Registered: Oct 2, 2016 6:17:19 GMT -8
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Post by Yoxia Hiro on Oct 6, 2016 3:02:05 GMT -8
Hiro gave Dasyra a nod, then followed her out as instructed.
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Bishop
Established
I-I'm not scared!
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 19
Physical Description: A mid-height man, roughly 5'10, and relatively thin. His body is pale and unaccustomed to manual-labour, or the heat of the sun. He carries himself with a brisk and purposeful gait, with long strides with an intent end outcome. His body language is typically closed, a reflection for his timidity.
His face is soft and immature, making him appear younger then what his age may appear. His eyes are a shade of blueish purple and usually possess bags underneath them, due to his traditionally hectic schedule. His hair is white and curly, reaching down to his neck past his jawline.
Clothes and Equipment: He carries no weapons per se. He carries a wooden stave for use in mountainous terrain, but may also be used in combat, if the time comes to it.
He wears a green tunic, lined with ornate golden patterns upon the sleeves. On his waist, he wears a leather belt, hoisted to it a coin pouch and a satchel for general storage. Over his tunic he wears a darker green cloak, bound upon the centre by a red-bow. The outside of the cloak has the same golden lining as on his sleeves, but in a triangular pattern.
He wears a green cap upon his head, of both the lighter green of his tunic and the darker green of the cloak, the lighter green of the cap situated upon the sides, while the darker green situated upon the middle of the cap. The light green is edged with golden lines and a single, golden symbol is upon the very centre of the cap.
His trousers are the same colour as his tunic, with the same patterns upon the bottom of them, at the ankles. He wears leather boots, new and shiny. He hasn't been on the road for long and is inexperienced.
Player's online availability : GMT +8
Registered: Oct 15, 2016 19:50:36 GMT -8
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Post by Bishop on Oct 25, 2016 16:42:47 GMT -8
He was exhausted. He had spent the last eight hours on a grimy, creaky airship that looked as if it would fall apart any second, with not even a wink of sleep. Then he had to navigate the winds and cold of Esdara. Only to finally end up in Esdar'ai. He was cranky. Very cranky. He furrowed his brow, pushing the doors open to the tavern before him. He hoped there were free beds. And a hot, running bath. And a hearty meal. And...
The chatter and general commotion was near deafening. From outside, it was much more quiet, seeming like the far more.. civilised inns of Bishops hometown. He wasn't use to such a place, in truth it was the first location Bishop had been to, on his travels. He peered around th di terror, assessing the scene before him. He gulped, and kept his head down. The place was chock-full of soldiers. Every table had at least a couple of them. They ad the same emblem as the guards on Bishop's way here, but now that they were not on duty, didn't hold the same... demeanour as the guards outside. They were brutish, boisterous and loud. It wouldn't take a genius to find what the source of the roaring noise was.
Bishop tried to keep his head down, darting between the stools, trying his very hardest to avoid any contact with the crowd. He looked like a right goose, crouched over and running. He hoped he could at least reach the bar, before he attracted the attention of anyone. Needless to say, that probably wouldn't happen.
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Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 127
Age: 29
Physical Description: Tall and sturdy, Dasyra is a lightly muscled and curvaceous woman. Light-skinned and with strong, striking facial features, she stands out in a crowd not only for her height - taller than the average Esdaran woman at 5'9" - but for her strikingly violet hair. Said hair usually worn tamed back into a long braid that falls nearly to her knees. She has pale blue eyes that are piercing, and often filled with mirth - or determination.
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Clothes and Equipment: It's very rare to see Dasyra outside of her armor/uniform - which consists of lots of silver-edged greyish-white plate and blue fabric - but on the rare occasions it happens, she tends toward comfortable clothing in shades of blue and grey, with sturdy brown boots and fingerless blue gloves. When on duty, she carries a long halberd, and it never leaves her side while she's in her armor. She has little in the way of personal effects, and wears no jewelry. When off duty, she tends to carry a small sword and a set of daggers.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 11, 2016 12:59:25 GMT -8
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Post by Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael on Oct 25, 2016 20:08:54 GMT -8
The purple-haired woman sat at a table, nursing a mug full of ale and scribbling on some papers. The amused chuckles of those behind her drew her attention away from her work to seek out the source of their amusement. She looked over and saw the man, who was clearly a Lowlander, trying to bustle his way through the crowd without being noticed. And failing miserably. She turned around on her stool and kicked the one beside her in the boy's direction as she spoke.
"Have a seat, stranger." Dasyra veritably extending the hand of friendship would deter the others from picking on him.
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Bishop
Established
I-I'm not scared!
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 19
Physical Description: A mid-height man, roughly 5'10, and relatively thin. His body is pale and unaccustomed to manual-labour, or the heat of the sun. He carries himself with a brisk and purposeful gait, with long strides with an intent end outcome. His body language is typically closed, a reflection for his timidity.
His face is soft and immature, making him appear younger then what his age may appear. His eyes are a shade of blueish purple and usually possess bags underneath them, due to his traditionally hectic schedule. His hair is white and curly, reaching down to his neck past his jawline.
Clothes and Equipment: He carries no weapons per se. He carries a wooden stave for use in mountainous terrain, but may also be used in combat, if the time comes to it.
He wears a green tunic, lined with ornate golden patterns upon the sleeves. On his waist, he wears a leather belt, hoisted to it a coin pouch and a satchel for general storage. Over his tunic he wears a darker green cloak, bound upon the centre by a red-bow. The outside of the cloak has the same golden lining as on his sleeves, but in a triangular pattern.
He wears a green cap upon his head, of both the lighter green of his tunic and the darker green of the cloak, the lighter green of the cap situated upon the sides, while the darker green situated upon the middle of the cap. The light green is edged with golden lines and a single, golden symbol is upon the very centre of the cap.
His trousers are the same colour as his tunic, with the same patterns upon the bottom of them, at the ankles. He wears leather boots, new and shiny. He hasn't been on the road for long and is inexperienced.
Player's online availability : GMT +8
Registered: Oct 15, 2016 19:50:36 GMT -8
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Post by Bishop on Oct 26, 2016 14:28:11 GMT -8
"Umm.."
He looked very confused. He hadn't expected someone to do such a gesture. He stopped, gaping like an idiot for a good couple of seconds, then realising he might as well accept this invite to sit at the table. At least it would put him out of the gaze of the crowd. He walked over, sat on the stool, and pulled it in to the table.
"Er... Thanks."
He looked to the side of him, finally making eye-contact with the person who offered him the seat. It was a woman, with long-purple hair. She looked muscular and well-toned, she were probably a soldier or guard. Of course, Bishop's first reaction was to turn a shade of crimson. A woman had wanted him at a table! What should he do? He hadn't expected this!
He lay there for a second, speechless. What should he say? Should he introduce himself? Should he just casually say "Hey, I'm Bishop.", or say "Hello, I am Bishop.", or ask for drinks.. or...
The situation was awkward, needless to say.
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