Hansel von Dietzhoff
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𝕯𝖆 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖒 𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊
Roleplay posts: 400 
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Nov 9, 2016 7:07:08 GMT -8
He shrugged as he followed the woman, not really sure what he was in for. It all seemed so... alien to him. When she said she had no experience of people of his land his own curiosity was raised. "People like us rarely appear here?" He asked, looking at the architecture rather than Ydessa's body art. "You people don't seem to have lighter colours of hair or skin very often I notice." He said, looking to his own sickly white-blonde hair some of the longer bits just barely in his field of view. Then he looked at his (now) somewhat tanned skin curiously. In the Crusader state most were born with very pale skin, even the farmers spending the whole day at most getting a pinkish ruddy complexion.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2016 20:32:42 GMT -8
"I would perhaps not say rarely but infrequently," the woman spoke, becoming more at ease in Hansel's presence the more she understood him and his circumstance. He was as old as some of her nephews.
Ydessa gestured to a door and led him inside. It was a small room, with one laticed window and only two furniture pieces. "Ever since Lady Fairuz has taken over the city, there have been more and more of your kind seen." She quietly shut the door. The room was quiet and peaceful, with carved beams in its octagon shape that led to a carved and domed ceiling over head.
The exotic woman gestured that he should stand in a round circle that was slightly lowered from the middle of the floor with a drain at its center. "Before I take you to the baths, I will cleanse and sooth you here of the wear of travel. Usually, I assist with disrobing, and once you are nude, I sweep a cloth over your body and check through your hair," she said. Her dark eyes were on his face, aware that he was curious on how the process worked. "Once you are cleansed, I will take you through the other door to a private bath of warmed water and oils and minerals meant to sooth your body and rejuvenate your spirit. If you would like it then, a massage can be given, as well as light refreshments."
She stepped closer to him then, half naked, only her dark, faintly perfumed hair hiding her lush breasts, thin and delicately made jewelry lying against the bronzed silk of her skin... and those dark eyes on his face. "Shall we begin?" She asked him, her voice a little softer now.
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Hansel von Dietzhoff
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𝕯𝖆 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖒 𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊
Roleplay posts: 400
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
Registered: Aug 30, 2016 13:29:47 GMT -8
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Nov 14, 2016 15:54:37 GMT -8
Hansel wondered who this Lady was that made more foreigners come, and what people thought about that. At least he could get some answers right about now. "Well, and how does that make you feel?" he asked soon after she said that more people like him were coming as of late. He followed her with little ado, and although he walked unceremoniously like the lowest of the low he made sure to not hit anything that looked like it was not mass produced (which was nearly everything) for he had no idea if it had great value or not. He still remembered when he was but twelve and got lashings for sitting in some ancient chair at a noble's house.
He blushed a little when told he would be naked, rarely having been so before. He rarely left his armour, running through fires and rivers when he needed to clean himself a little. Some care of his hair was entirely welcome however, considering that even he recognised the need for it. "Sure, I've got time. Does this establishment have wine?" he said when Ydessa brought up the massage and refreshments. Finally, when asked if they would begin he nodded, not really paying attention to the very... limited apparel the lady wore.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2016 16:46:33 GMT -8
Ydessa hesitated, not entirely out of reluctance to speak, but as if she were carefully formulating her words and her thoughts. Her gentle hands worked over him, undoing the belts and the latches to take his armor from his body. "Some who come to this city come for the wonder of it, although since the great jewel has been taken from the tower, Sakand is not as glorious as it could be," she said, and she raised his arms overhead so she could slip his shirt from his body. "Some who come to this city want to plunder all the wonder it once had and... I do not like that, no," she told him.
She knelt down, and her hands helped to pull off more armor, to pull his boots from his feet. "We have wine, yes," she told him, and looked up from where she was on her knees before him. "How did you come to Sakand?" she asked to make quiet conversation as she worked, pulling on the ties of his pants next to loosen them and push them down over his hips.
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Hansel von Dietzhoff
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𝕯𝖆 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖒 𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊
Roleplay posts: 400
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Nov 15, 2016 17:10:14 GMT -8
He listened to her maintaining an impassive face but smiled as she finished. "So you don't like us?" He said, trying to get a more clear answer. It seemed she was trying to avoid a clear answer, perhaps to not hurt his feelings or such like. He helped her take his things off. He felt odd getting undressed, never having someone else do it for it.
When Ydessa asked how he came he shrugged. "I thought I could walk here from Aozora, discover a new golden road and all. I suppose trying it on foot without a map was a bit haughty of me. I was about to die, though some tribesmen found me. Nasty buggers from what I was told." He looked t her curious to see if there was a dissenting opinion.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2016 17:58:12 GMT -8
She laughed, and it was a gentle but rich sound, a mere sampling of the decadent delight it could be. "No, no, I did not say that," she told Hansel, glancing up at him from beneath her lashes with a smile that surprising revealed dimples in her cheeks. She was older than Hansel, that much was obvious, but she was not as old as Genevieve, or the Priestess at the temple. "Some I like. Some I like... less." It was a tease and a joke.
She took his clothes away, leaving the young man naked in the center of the room. His things were carefully put aside, folded and treated with care. If he wanted them to be laundered and clean, they most certainly could be, and Ydessa would mention that service.
She picked up a linen cloth and the Sakandi pitcher and walked toward him again, her gaze on his sunburnt face. "You mean the Bedouin," she said, and she stepped close enough that as she tipped the pitcher against his skin, pleasantly warm water spilled over it and her cloth began to brush against his flesh, cleaning the grime and wear of his travels. There wasn't much on him, however, as the Temple had cleaned him thoroughly, albeit not his clothes. "There are seventeen tribes of them in the desert, last I heard," Ydessa said. "Fifty years ago, there were over fifty. They are dying off, if not by the desert, then by war, although travelers had said it might be more than that."
She trailed around him, her cloth gliding over his skin, his young and powerful shoulders, his toned arms, the muscular ripples of his back and down further.
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Hansel von Dietzhoff
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𝕯𝖆 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖒 𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊
Roleplay posts: 400
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Nov 17, 2016 6:57:58 GMT -8
He was a bit oblivious to how some may have interpreted what she was saying and the whole situation. He pointed to another pouch on his clothes, more coin for the stuff to be washed. He did not know if he should trust foreigners with money but he supposed there was little choice.
"Serves them right, I suppose." he said after she told him of the waning tribes. Once again he tried to not put too much passion in his statement, knowing that she may well have sympathies with them. He recoiled a little at the touch of the cloth but then relaxed. Once again, he was more accustomed to leathers and occasionally silks; cloth was almost alien to him. "You know how old, or rather how young I am. How old are you?" He asked.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2016 9:48:44 GMT -8
She only smiled at him, with her lips, with her eyes, when he mentioned the justice of those bedouin tribes killing each other off. She continued to work, her hands and the pleasantly warm cloths sliding over his skin... she was looking at his scars, his brands, his markings with open curiosity, but as she was behind him, it wasn't something that Hansel could see (although he could probably assume). She did not touch or trace them, however, as she was not his lover but instead his hired servant.
"I am twenty three years," Ydessa told him as she came back around to see his face, and she gently wiped down at his face -- forehead, cheek bones, the masculine line of his jaw, her touch gentle but firm enough to do its cleaning purpose. His body had been washed thoroughly back at the Temple when he'd been wounded, but the stink and the dirtiness of his clothes had given him a light coating of grime again -- not to mention the natural dust of the streets and the foreign heat of Sakand's sun.
"Now," she spoke as she turned away and put the pitcher back, tossing the cloth in a small basket, and then moving over to his clothes to take only the exact money needed to launder them -- "we will go to a private bath where you may rest and relax." The coin seemed to disappear from his fingers, perhaps as a sleight of hand, and she picked up a thin, dark navy robe to help dress him into and cinch at his waist.
"Follow me," she told him and turned toward another door in the room.
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Hansel von Dietzhoff
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𝕯𝖆 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖒 𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊
Roleplay posts: 400
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
Registered: Aug 30, 2016 13:29:47 GMT -8
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Nov 18, 2016 14:48:05 GMT -8
Hans turned his head when it seemed Ydessa was taking a while, chuckling when he noticed her examining his... "body art." When he turned his head back to look ahead once more he spoke. "They're all penance, except for that eagle." he said, tapping on a single headed eagle (parallel to a double headed one) on his shoulder. "That one is more for status and to well... feel in control of one self when most of these were... never mind." Hans knew for a fact that this was not the place to look back on his life, and to consider whether or not he consented to getting many of the texts and such upon him. Besides, he had went teary far too much in the recent time.
The lad was not sure if he should be impressed or cautious when she took the money. It was a skill true enough, but for him it might not bode well. Regardless, he knew he had to have faith so he got a grip of himself and followed her, clumsily putting on the robe. He associated such a thing with Monks and Scribes, not bathwear.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2016 15:18:52 GMT -8
"Penance?" Ydessa questioned as they walked, briefly looking over her shoulder as she led him to a quieter area. She opened a door and there was a deep pool at its center, the room warm and humid and inviting, soft herbs in the air as they had been doctored into the water.
Ydessa moved to take Hansel's robe from his shoulders, once more making him naked and gesturing that he step into the bath (that was basically like a floor-level jacuzzi that could comfortably seat 6).
"What could a man as young as you are have done to deserve such penance?" she asked him.
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Hansel von Dietzhoff
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𝕯𝖆 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖒 𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊
Roleplay posts: 400
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Nov 23, 2016 12:44:22 GMT -8
He followed her to the bath, and stepped into the water as told. In truth, this was the first time Hansel had ever in his life felt warm water besides that within food and sweat. The sensation was odd, and he shuddered a little almost as if the water was colder than ice-cold when he first entered. When she asked about what his penance was he sighed uncomfortably. It seemed that wherever he went he ended up telling his sob-story. "Not saving people, not being fast enough to help everyone. But specifically, I let my mother die in front of my eyes whilst hiding under a bed like a coward. I seek to overcome that, and these... well they help me." he said, rubbing on of the texts on his left arm nervously.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2016 17:04:02 GMT -8
He was so young -- he couldn't have been very old when he had hidden while his mother had died, but Ydessa didn't ask any further. She noticed how uncomfortable he still was, here in this place that was supposed to be soothing.
"I will send for Yaia now," she said to Hansel instead, her voice quiet. "Enjoy your bath," she said and she slipped out the door to fetch the girl he had come there for, letting him relax in the room by himself.
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Hansel von Dietzhoff
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𝕯𝖆 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖒 𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊
Roleplay posts: 400
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
Registered: Aug 30, 2016 13:29:47 GMT -8
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Nov 23, 2016 18:02:20 GMT -8
"Look, I know how odd it is. I did not ask for such a fate but I have learnt to deal with it, I need no pity or charity for it." Point made he slowly got accustomed to the water's temperature. His muscles were no longer tense, and his eyes closed. When Ydessa told him that she would go get Yaia his eyes quickly opened and he sat up. "Tell me when she's coming." Hans said rather lazily as she left. When she left he sank down further, naught but his head protruding from the waters. It was an odd sensation, it seemed that since he turned sixteen he learned and did something new. When certain nobody was near, he began to sing. Mostly choir pieces but ballads and such too.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2016 18:08:48 GMT -8
A little chime of jewelry heard when a note from Hansel's song had faded was the only warning he had that Yaia was there -- indeed, she was just coming through the door way, lush and warm as he no doubt remembered, her dark hair trailing over one shoulder and leaving the other naked.
She moved until she was near the edge of the pool, until she was on her knees with her hands in her lap and her lashes hiding her beautiful eyes as a soft rose color tinted her cheeks.
"I am here," she announced to him, on a feminine voice spiced with the Sakandi accent. "Do you... want I join?" she asked, glancing up at him to see if he showed any interest, her pretty eyes striking against his and showing that there was a gentle smile that flirted at the corners of her mouth.
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Hansel von Dietzhoff
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𝕯𝖆 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖒 𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊
Roleplay posts: 400
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Nov 24, 2016 13:10:06 GMT -8
Upon hearing someone come he hopped out of the bath, stopping his singing and putting the robes back on. Upon seeing who had come he froze. The person who he saw as his saviour angel, the one who was there for him so serenely. He let out two breaths before kneeling to the girl. "No, no I am not here for that I..." he began, not sure how to make the request for her to tell her story, to be there for him once more. The initial trauma had died down, but he still had echoes of the terrible awakening, and nobody else seemed to have so gracefully comforted him.
She certainly was a pretty girl, Hans had to admit. However, he was not one to be infatuated, especially when he wanted something else from somebody. "No, thank you." he said, grunting once before continuing. "When I asked you if you had shared the same feelings I had, the same thoughts back at the temple. You said you did. I... I must know." he said, a plea in his voice and his good eye reddening.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2016 19:08:22 GMT -8
Confusion swept into Yaia's pretty gaze as she watched the way he stumbled over himself to get out of the bath, to explain to her what he wanted. She watched his flurry of action, her lashes wide open as she looked at his face.
She was confused by what he was asking, however, and tilted her head to look at him. "I sorry I... I.. no understand... you want I tell story?" Or did he want her to confess whatever emotions she held for him? He'd be disappointed if it was the latter rather than the former. She thought he was odd, and he had smelled (not anymore, however), and he had sobbed in her arms. She didn't know him much more than beyond that.
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Hansel von Dietzhoff
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𝕯𝖆 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖒 𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊
Roleplay posts: 400
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Dec 5, 2016 18:38:46 GMT -8
"Well, yes, in a way." he said when she asked if he meant she was to tell him a story. "You were telling me that you had something taken from you, and that you had the same thing happen to you, I must know." he said. He was hoping he could carry out meaning with tone, but sadly his voice was in a pleading timbre. "There's not many people that had something similar happen, not that many that know the pain." he tried to explain. "Before, at the temple I thought I had died, and was now in paradise with my eye open; I thought you were an angel. When I realised the truth I felt horrible knowing all was not so and I lost what I thought I had gained." He finally made eye contact after staring at his feet, with a "your turn" shift of the head.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2016 8:20:48 GMT -8
Yaia's big, beautiful amber eyes watched his own bi-colored gaze, her petite brows drawn into a slight and thoughtful frown as she tried to decipher his words as he spoke and spoke and spoke. She finally had to lean forward, her gently hands cupping his cheeks, and place her thumbs gently over his lips to get him to stop speaking.
Her face was close to his, her eyes deep and enchanting, a warm golden haze that he could sink into and feel protected and safe and adored. Perhaps she was an angel, and perhaps his perception on golden-haired, fair-skinned angels with white wings was not the only form in which they came.
Her thumbs brushed away from his lips, and her hands were feather light over his cheeks and forehead as she pressed back the hair that might have fallen into his face. She spoke very quietly. "When I was young girl, was slave," she said. "Was pretty, even then. Masters saw. Masters punish me in other ways. I get sick and Masters don't want me anymore. They leave me in desert, no water. I thought I die, wake up in..." she struggled to find a word that translated correctly from Sakandi to his common tongue, but she shook her head and couldn't find it, "... in beautiful place. But no. Tribe find me, heal me, and use me as slave again until they trade me for cattle."
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Hansel von Dietzhoff
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𝕯𝖆 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖒 𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊
Roleplay posts: 400
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
Registered: Aug 30, 2016 13:29:47 GMT -8
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Dec 8, 2016 13:39:13 GMT -8
Hans followed her lead, not tensing a little and let her move his limbs as she desired. When she said "slave" he did a small gasp, but he did not close his mouth after it, only letting it open further. It certainly was worse than his story, at least in his opinion. Whereas she came to a real good place to be taken to horrors, he woke up to a dream to be taken to well... good things. While he reckoned he had endured just as much as her, he was lucky enough to have forgotten most of it. He could not so vividly remember all the nasty things that happened to his life, for better or for worse. He almost teared up to know that his savior angel had went through such a thing. He held her tighter when she finished, giving her all his sympathy. "I'm so sorry." he muttered, the words now so familiar to Hansel.
He did not know what to say but eventually thought of it. "You're safe now, one can get through it all." He had no way to comfort her more, but then a thought struck him. "One of the desert tribes?" he asked, going a little back to look into her eyes. In his mind he was cooking up vengeance for her.
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Registered: Nov 21, 2024 3:40:32 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2016 15:23:23 GMT -8
Yaia smiled a little, and she let her hands drift down his arm to lightly hold onto his wrists while his hands seemed to hold onto her shoulders. She could feel the tension and the strength of him, but she didn't worry that he would hurt her. He seemed to cherish her instead.
The girl nodded when he mentioned the desert tribe. "The Taloub," she told him. "Slave for them.... not as bad. But still slave. Still..." she didn't know the word, so she let the words drift off, and then she glanced down at the hot bath water with its herbs and oils for soothing.
"Will you... back in?" she asked, and gestured. "Is for relax. Is for heal." She reached out and gently touched where his face was still somewhat sunburned and scabbed from it.
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