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 26, 2016 16:12:23 GMT -8
Dasyra glanced over when he sat beside her, silent and awkward-looking. The woman couldn't help but chuckle, setting down her pen and turning to look at him with a friendly smile.
"You don't need to look so nervous. I won't bite. Do you want a drink, or something to eat?" She gestured to a barmaid, indicating the woman should come over to take the boy's order.
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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 28, 2016 14:55:13 GMT -8
"I'm fine."
He thought he'd try not to be rude. Truth is, he did want something to eat, but he was just too afraid in order to voice his opinion. He can't take it back now, otherwise he'd look like a fool.
There was an uncomfortable silence. He felt awkward. Very, very, awkward. He thought that he might as well try to break it. Bishop stopped for a moment, trying to regain his composure. What should he do? What should he say? He hadn't introduced himself yet. Maybe that'd work. Worth a shot.
"Um.. h-hey, I'm Bishop."
He wanted to mentally punch myself. He stammered. He stammered. His face turned a shade of crimson. He had intended to sound smooth, almost charismatic. But no, he let himself screw it up. He sat there in silence, staring down at his legs, trying out make himself seem as small as possible. He waited for the lady to laugh at him, or mock him in some fashion.
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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 29, 2016 8:08:09 GMT -8
Nothing? Dasyra glanced at the barmaid, then gestured toward her tankard, indicating she'd like a refill of her ale, before giving the woman a smile and requesting her usual fare - strips of fried potato smothered with cheese and other delicious toppings. When the barmaid departed, she looked back at the boy just in time for him to introduce himself, which made Dasyra grin in a friendly manner.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Dasyra Ushael. What brings you to Esdara?"
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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 Nov 3, 2016 4:07:19 GMT -8
Upon hearing her name, he nodded politely, before answering. He still felt slightly on edge, due to his awkward actions prior.
"I've come to Esdara because of my uncle. Before his recent death, he use to tell me all about his time in Esdara. I use to be close to him. He came from below, much like myself. He never really told me what it was like here. Described it as 'the jewel of the sky. That's all he told me. He did this because he wanted me to see it for myself. To see what he saw when he was my age."
He took a breath.
"And it has lived up to my expectations, to be honest."
"So. What do you do in Esdara? Are you a soldier?"
The tone of the conversation felt more natural now. He felt at ease. His shoulders subconsciously slumped, and his brow appeared a little less furrowed. He seemed more open to interaction, and far less stressed. He had potentially made a new friend, for his stay in Esdara. This was great. His father always told him, that as far as all priorities go, think of friends as second to your life. He hoped his stay at Esdara would be pleasant, with few hardships.
He let himself curl at the lip, making a lopsided, friendly grin.
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Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 127
Age: 29
Physical Description: Tall and sturdy, Dasyra is a lightly muscled and curvaceous woman. Light-skinned and with strong, striking facial features, she stands out in a crowd not only for her height - taller than the average Esdaran woman at 5'9" - but for her strikingly violet hair. Said hair usually worn tamed back into a long braid that falls nearly to her knees. She has pale blue eyes that are piercing, and often filled with mirth - or determination.
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Clothes and Equipment: It's very rare to see Dasyra outside of her armor/uniform - which consists of lots of silver-edged greyish-white plate and blue fabric - but on the rare occasions it happens, she tends toward comfortable clothing in shades of blue and grey, with sturdy brown boots and fingerless blue gloves. When on duty, she carries a long halberd, and it never leaves her side while she's in her armor. She has little in the way of personal effects, and wears no jewelry. When off duty, she tends to carry a small sword and a set of daggers.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 11, 2016 12:59:25 GMT -8
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Post by Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael on Nov 3, 2016 8:13:32 GMT -8
Dasyra looked bewildered by what Bishop had to say about his uncle. So much so that it took her quite some time to respond to his story, his comment, or his questions.
"I.. yes. I'm ah.. I'm a Senior Wingman. One of the Zanora Riders." She seemed to struggle for a moment before speaking hesitantly.
"..Forgive me, but.. are you certain your uncle visited this land before? Esdara was cut off from the world for a thousand years, up until.. about a month ago." There was an awkward yet slightly apologetic tone to her voice as she said this. Not wanting to call his deceased uncle a liar, per se, but pointing out the fact that there was no way a Lowlander could've visited Esdara in their youth. Unless that youth was more than a thousand years prior. In which case the floating island nation in question was still part of the world below. Yes, Dasyra's confusion was palpable.
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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 Nov 13, 2016 15:11:38 GMT -8
"Oh, yes"
He appeared flustered, even though he had a credible reason why his uncle had been here before.
He took a deep breath. His voice took upon it a poetic, melodramatic tone, a small he recounted his uncles story.
"You see - My uncle, at around the age of eighteen was an adventurer by trade. He utilised his magics in order to gain treasure at the bottoms of numerous crypts and dungeons. Across one of his travels, he found himself with a peculiar tablet, infused with ancient writing, indecipherable to them. Upon touching said tablet, he was assaulted by a maleficent demon. By his magic, and a great deal of luck, he defeated the demon and therefore bend it to his will. The only thing he told the demon was one wish, to take him to the sky. It was with that the demon granted him his wish, and he was transported to the realm of Esdara."
"At least that is what he told me, anyway. I've got no way to validate it, except from this sketch he made."
He reached into his cloak and produced a weathered journal. Opening it, he leafed through the pages, then held up a diagram of what appeared to be a city square. He obviously hadn't seen the place, but hopefully this Esdara would recognise the location and confirm his uncles story. Else Bishop would look like a right idiot.
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Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 127
Age: 29
Physical Description: Tall and sturdy, Dasyra is a lightly muscled and curvaceous woman. Light-skinned and with strong, striking facial features, she stands out in a crowd not only for her height - taller than the average Esdaran woman at 5'9" - but for her strikingly violet hair. Said hair usually worn tamed back into a long braid that falls nearly to her knees. She has pale blue eyes that are piercing, and often filled with mirth - or determination.
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Clothes and Equipment: It's very rare to see Dasyra outside of her armor/uniform - which consists of lots of silver-edged greyish-white plate and blue fabric - but on the rare occasions it happens, she tends toward comfortable clothing in shades of blue and grey, with sturdy brown boots and fingerless blue gloves. When on duty, she carries a long halberd, and it never leaves her side while she's in her armor. She has little in the way of personal effects, and wears no jewelry. When off duty, she tends to carry a small sword and a set of daggers.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 11, 2016 12:59:25 GMT -8
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Post by Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael on Nov 14, 2016 8:49:04 GMT -8
Dasyra looked surprised by this tale, but said nothing. At least not until the journal and its drawing were produced. Then her brows drew together in puzzlement.
"..Huh. That certainly looks like the Plaza of Aeleria. Interesting. I wonder how I've never heard of this... Perhaps the Blade and Crown kept it quiet so as not to alarm us." This was murmured thoughtfully as she eyed the drawing, then her shoulders rolled in a shrug.
"Well then, if you're looking to go anywhere in particular, I'll gladly direct you there." The barmaid returned with a refill of her drink and her order of food, and Dasyra dug in eagerly, although she made a concentrated effort not to create a giant mess.
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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 Nov 15, 2016 3:14:28 GMT -8
"Um well.."
He didn't know where to go. He'd only just reached Esdara, about half an hour ago. The only place he knew, was the tavern he was in now. Bishop had no plan on what exactly he was doing - he hadn't planned that far. However, it looked as if this was in his favour. Dasyra was a citizen of Esdara, so she would most certainly know where he should look. In fact, he was quite frustrated with himself. If his father was here, he'd give him a right clout to his ear for his short-sightedness.
"Well.. to be honest, I don't know my way around this place. I'm terribly sorry to ask this of you, but could you give me a tour?"
He crossed his fingers, hoping she would accept his offer. She was the only person Bishop could go to. He had no real contacts, or friends otherwise. If she declined, he'd have to find his way around Esdara by his lonesome. Which Bishop could only presume would be a tough, gruelling and unforgiving process.
Oh yes. He'd remembered why he went to Esdara. He wanted to learn how to fight. It sounded childish in his head. He was just a weak, pasty kid who knew nothing about the world. He'd come from a family of cobblers. Asides from his uncle, his family wasn't renowned for its fighting aptitudes. He was about to say this to Dasyra, but kept his mouth shut. He felt she would ridicule him for his idea. His face light up for a moment, as if he was to say something, then died down, signifying this.
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Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 127
Age: 29
Physical Description: Tall and sturdy, Dasyra is a lightly muscled and curvaceous woman. Light-skinned and with strong, striking facial features, she stands out in a crowd not only for her height - taller than the average Esdaran woman at 5'9" - but for her strikingly violet hair. Said hair usually worn tamed back into a long braid that falls nearly to her knees. She has pale blue eyes that are piercing, and often filled with mirth - or determination.
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Clothes and Equipment: It's very rare to see Dasyra outside of her armor/uniform - which consists of lots of silver-edged greyish-white plate and blue fabric - but on the rare occasions it happens, she tends toward comfortable clothing in shades of blue and grey, with sturdy brown boots and fingerless blue gloves. When on duty, she carries a long halberd, and it never leaves her side while she's in her armor. She has little in the way of personal effects, and wears no jewelry. When off duty, she tends to carry a small sword and a set of daggers.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 11, 2016 12:59:25 GMT -8
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Post by Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael on Nov 15, 2016 10:06:43 GMT -8
Dasyra paused mid-sip of her ale and gave him a curious look, then set aside the tankard.
"I could show you around the city, but the whole island would be a bit difficult. I'm currently stationed here in Esdar'ai, awaiting assignment to my next duty station, you see." She gave him an apologetic smile. One of the downsides of being military - your time was not your own, even when you were 'off duty'.
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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 Nov 15, 2016 14:41:22 GMT -8
"That's fine. I was only here really for the city."
He guess he'd find his way around the island by himself. He'd do that in time.
He dusted off his legs and stood up, indicating that he was to leave soon. He wondered what there would be to see in Dasyra. His uncle had told him, many times of its beauty. He couldn't wait to see it by his own eyes. Guess there's only one way to find out. He turned towards Dasyra, waiting for her to move. He hoped he wasn't rude, making her get up like that, in the middle of her break. He might as well apologise, once more. It was best to be polite.
"Oh.. and sorry for making you get up and do this.. I don't wanna waste your time."
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Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 127
Age: 29
Physical Description: Tall and sturdy, Dasyra is a lightly muscled and curvaceous woman. Light-skinned and with strong, striking facial features, she stands out in a crowd not only for her height - taller than the average Esdaran woman at 5'9" - but for her strikingly violet hair. Said hair usually worn tamed back into a long braid that falls nearly to her knees. She has pale blue eyes that are piercing, and often filled with mirth - or determination.
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Clothes and Equipment: It's very rare to see Dasyra outside of her armor/uniform - which consists of lots of silver-edged greyish-white plate and blue fabric - but on the rare occasions it happens, she tends toward comfortable clothing in shades of blue and grey, with sturdy brown boots and fingerless blue gloves. When on duty, she carries a long halberd, and it never leaves her side while she's in her armor. She has little in the way of personal effects, and wears no jewelry. When off duty, she tends to carry a small sword and a set of daggers.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 11, 2016 12:59:25 GMT -8
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Post by Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael on Nov 15, 2016 18:24:04 GMT -8
"Not a problem. I've got time to kill. And it helps me procrastinate on paperwork." She grinned, polishing off her food and her ale in a few moments, then stood and stretched. Then she gestured for Bishop to follow her out of the tavern.
"Let's start with the Plaza of Aeleria, to give you a good point of reference."
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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 Nov 16, 2016 14:21:54 GMT -8
He followed her out the tavern, intent on seeing the Plaza. His previous aches and pains seemed to evaporate, as his newfound curiosity took over.
[Exit]
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Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 127
Age: 29
Physical Description: Tall and sturdy, Dasyra is a lightly muscled and curvaceous woman. Light-skinned and with strong, striking facial features, she stands out in a crowd not only for her height - taller than the average Esdaran woman at 5'9" - but for her strikingly violet hair. Said hair usually worn tamed back into a long braid that falls nearly to her knees. She has pale blue eyes that are piercing, and often filled with mirth - or determination.
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Clothes and Equipment: It's very rare to see Dasyra outside of her armor/uniform - which consists of lots of silver-edged greyish-white plate and blue fabric - but on the rare occasions it happens, she tends toward comfortable clothing in shades of blue and grey, with sturdy brown boots and fingerless blue gloves. When on duty, she carries a long halberd, and it never leaves her side while she's in her armor. She has little in the way of personal effects, and wears no jewelry. When off duty, she tends to carry a small sword and a set of daggers.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 11, 2016 12:59:25 GMT -8
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Post by Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael on Dec 26, 2016 10:59:14 GMT -8
Dasyra and Terlin, complete with their passenger Bishop, came to land outside the tavern where they'd first met the boy earlier that day. The giant eagle landed gracefully, and crouched down so that Bishop could slid off more easily as Dasyra began to undo the straps that attached her to his back.
"There are rooms here that you can rent for a few nights. Tell the owner you know me, he'll give you a discount I'm sure." She cast a look at him over her shoulder and smiled.
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Bishop
Established
I-I'm not scared!
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 19
Physical Description: A mid-height man, roughly 5'10, and relatively thin. His body is pale and unaccustomed to manual-labour, or the heat of the sun. He carries himself with a brisk and purposeful gait, with long strides with an intent end outcome. His body language is typically closed, a reflection for his timidity.
His face is soft and immature, making him appear younger then what his age may appear. His eyes are a shade of blueish purple and usually possess bags underneath them, due to his traditionally hectic schedule. His hair is white and curly, reaching down to his neck past his jawline.
Clothes and Equipment: He carries no weapons per se. He carries a wooden stave for use in mountainous terrain, but may also be used in combat, if the time comes to it.
He wears a green tunic, lined with ornate golden patterns upon the sleeves. On his waist, he wears a leather belt, hoisted to it a coin pouch and a satchel for general storage. Over his tunic he wears a darker green cloak, bound upon the centre by a red-bow. The outside of the cloak has the same golden lining as on his sleeves, but in a triangular pattern.
He wears a green cap upon his head, of both the lighter green of his tunic and the darker green of the cloak, the lighter green of the cap situated upon the sides, while the darker green situated upon the middle of the cap. The light green is edged with golden lines and a single, golden symbol is upon the very centre of the cap.
His trousers are the same colour as his tunic, with the same patterns upon the bottom of them, at the ankles. He wears leather boots, new and shiny. He hasn't been on the road for long and is inexperienced.
Player's online availability : GMT +8
Registered: Oct 15, 2016 19:50:36 GMT -8
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Post by Bishop on Dec 28, 2016 5:56:25 GMT -8
He lept off of Terlin's back, looking resigned. His tiredness struck hard, and his silence was ever-present. He thanked Dasyra, giving a half-hearted smile back at her. He couldn't wait to sleep. He slumped into the tavern, drooped over, making his way towards the barman. The place was still packed - but had less people than were before, allowing Bishop to easily navigate around the myriad tables and people. The hearty atmosphere was there, carrying with it the scent of alcohol and food. He felt hungry, but knew he wasn't. He'd eaten earlier, before the airship ride. Any more food would be piggish.
He held his hand up, to attract the attention of the barman. He didn't bother shouting, he was tired.
"Hello."
He greeted with a monotone, bored-sounding voice.
"Um, I know Dasyra. How much will it cost to rent a room?" He made an effort this time to sound more expressive, ridding himself of his monotone voice. He didn't want to be rude.
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Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 127
Age: 29
Physical Description: Tall and sturdy, Dasyra is a lightly muscled and curvaceous woman. Light-skinned and with strong, striking facial features, she stands out in a crowd not only for her height - taller than the average Esdaran woman at 5'9" - but for her strikingly violet hair. Said hair usually worn tamed back into a long braid that falls nearly to her knees. She has pale blue eyes that are piercing, and often filled with mirth - or determination.
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Clothes and Equipment: It's very rare to see Dasyra outside of her armor/uniform - which consists of lots of silver-edged greyish-white plate and blue fabric - but on the rare occasions it happens, she tends toward comfortable clothing in shades of blue and grey, with sturdy brown boots and fingerless blue gloves. When on duty, she carries a long halberd, and it never leaves her side while she's in her armor. She has little in the way of personal effects, and wears no jewelry. When off duty, she tends to carry a small sword and a set of daggers.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 11, 2016 12:59:25 GMT -8
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Post by Senior Wingman Dasyra Ushael on Dec 28, 2016 10:41:18 GMT -8
"Hm. Well, how long d'you want to stay? Three gold pieces will net you a week's stay."
This was said by the bartender, a big burly man, as he wiped down a ceramic tanker. Dasyra entered after a few minutes, twirling a feather in her fingertips. It was large, and a dark brown color, but threaded with glimmering gold and tipped with rich blue. She tucked this into Bishop's hair before flopping down onto a stool beside the boy. The bartender quickly put a tankard full of ale before her, which she sipped at contentedly.
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