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 9, 2016 7:48:18 GMT -8
Hansel trembled in fury as she told him of the tribe. He let his right hand hold her neck while his left would run through her hair with pity. "It won't happen again." he said, trying his best not to make a promise; he knew all too well how life was and that it could happen again, especially if Sakand would not be treated well when it would be taken from Goraia which it no doubt would be. He was horrified that such people existed, and that they were afforded such refuge by the desert. A horrible thought began to enter his head, how he should go to the tribes and make them become a little more... empathetic to the plight of their victims.
He had his trance broken by Yaia reminding him of the bath, and he too looked down at first seeing it as thought it suddenly appeared. Finally aware of his surroundings, he carefully went back in disrobing only the bits already in the water, trying to keep some semblance of decency.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2016 8:16:11 GMT -8
Yaia nodded to him, her green-gold gaze locked onto his. They were close, so close, kindred souls that reached for each other, that understood each other even over great distances and cultural divides, through obstacles that both had been too young to endure. The thought brought a blush to Yaia's cheeks and her dark lashes swept downward onto her cheeks as he pulled away from her to get into the bath.
When he was finally settled back into its hot waters, Yaia moved, parting her thick thighs and sitting at the edge so he could lean back into her softness. Her hands slid over his naked shoulders and gently pulled him back until her hands could work at his muscles, massaging him, palms sliding to his neck and back down again. She had no idea that he meant to go on a vendetta for her.
"How long you stay in Sakand?" she asked on her pretty and accented voice.
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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 9, 2016 12:16:00 GMT -8
A grunt of surprise came from Hansel when her arms went upon his back, but then he relaxed a little and finally sighed with relief as she did her work. Once again, it was an alien feeling but one he could easily get accustomed to. He made a little "hmm" sound as she asked how long he would be in Sakand. That depended on his near future. He stirred the water a little with a leg as he thought and lowered it in conclusion. "Well, it really depends. Now that I am going to be here for some time, I may extend it a little more since I might have some business."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2016 12:42:28 GMT -8
She worked her knuckles into his muscles, opening her hands to softly but firmly squeeze the bend of his shoulder, massaging kinks and knots from where he held his poise and his armor and his burdens day after day after day. Her hands were warm, and her fingertips were feather light, nails gently scraping over his neck up into his scalp, where her fingertips pressed and circled, massaging his head, letting his pale hair slip through her fingers.
Her voice had become quiet as her hands soothed the troubles and toils his body felt, the bath water warm and relaxing around him, the faint aroma of the herbs and spices meant to put the mind at ease. "What business?"
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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 9, 2016 13:30:22 GMT -8
"Oh you know, finding some gifts for those I know, mail, so on and so forth." he said his voice not at all belying his true thoughts and ideas. Hansel let out another sigh as the massage did it's work upon him. The last time he took it off was when he was imprisoned. Never before had he felt someone else touch his naked skin, anywhere on him really.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2016 15:35:13 GMT -8
Yaia smiled, although Hansel would not be able to see it. She continued to let her hands work over his neck and shoulders, saying nothing, just helping to ease him into a state of relaxation. She finally slipped her hands from him, and took her legs from the water, moving away from the sunken tub to get his linen and his robe.
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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 9, 2016 16:48:35 GMT -8
When it was time to get out Hansel hopped out; while he did not try to cover himself directly he tried to lean away from direct sight. "Thank you, Yaia." he said, mulling over the syllables he was still unaccustomed to. As he dressed himself he said "Well, that's it I suppose?" knowing he had not wholly paid attention to the description of what services he would get. "I'll just dry up and then well... goodbye." he said.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2016 18:00:34 GMT -8
She smiled at him as he rose from the water, modest with his body. Yaia tried not to look... TOO obviously. She couldn't help trying to catch glances. He was very well, ah, proportioned. She slid the robe over his shoulders and smoothed her hands over his shoulder blades.
"Ydessa say you pay for massage, too?" Yaia said, almost worried that he was going to leave too soon. SHe felt a connection to Hansel, and didn't want him to go so soon.
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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 11, 2016 9:00:36 GMT -8
Hansel did not see the appraising looks, and perhaps better for it. When she asked what he paid for he stared to the ceiling, thinking. "I... paid a lot, I think. I gave her quite a bit of Gold, I said I'd pay for all that they had so I reckon I did." Hans said. "Well... I suppose I best go for it then." He added, also quite relieved he did not have to go yet. He felt that there was a lot he and Yaia shared, he was mildly received he did not have to leave her yet.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2017 9:30:07 GMT -8
"Here, at the... bathhouse," she laughed softly with the foreign word. It seemed so ugly compared to the Sakandi one, "we can give massage, we can give food, we can give music," Yaia said to him, coming around to his front to cinch his robe for him. She lifted those dark lashes, and her amber gaze was settled on his face.
She lifted her hand, her palm gentle as it cupped against his jaw line and her fingertips gently brushed the pale pink of a new scar he had on his face. "We heal here. The djinn," she said and let her hand caress down the side of his face to rest on his chest, just above his heart.
Another pretty smile, and a genuine feeling that she ENJOYED being around him, that she ENJOYED speaking to him could be seen, almost as if it was a glow radiating from the young and beautiful Sakandi girl. She laughed quietly again and slipped her hand down to grasp his, her slender fingers twining between his roughened and calloused ones.
"Trust me, Hansel," she said to him again, that accent making her words dance as she drew him toward a door to leave the bathing room where the tranquil scents of spices and herbs still lingered. She drew him toward a courtyard whose walls seemed to be made by the verdant leaves of trees and bushes. Low, long tables with pillows upon them were laid out, and she gestured to them.
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Hansel von Dietzhoff
Dedicated
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 Mar 6, 2017 12:04:11 GMT -8
Hansel scrambled to try to cinch the robes for himself when she went to do it for him, and grunted a little in embarrassment. He raised his own gaze a little to meet that of Yaia, the despised (by him) red and blue looking right back with a mixture of happiness and anxiety. His own hand went down to hold her touch in his cheek, but it remained where it was when her hand drifted down.
If she paid attention she just might feel his heart thumping extraordinarily fast. Hans himself realized this and tried to slow down his breathing.
He felt his blackened soul warm up when she seemed to be so delighted by his presence. It was rare that Hansel made someone happy, and while not entirely alien it still felt unusually good, especially since this was someone he was seeing for the first time (out of delirium). He let his hand be taken although once again her action was met with a momentary jerk away before he let it all happen her way. It was so satisfying, so indulging but... No! He was a damned fool; it was just like a Tavern girl winking to every lad to get more coin. But the illusion was so good and... well he could tolerate this lie for just a little longer, couldn't he? There was nothing wrong with enjoying the moment just a little longer right? So long as he knew he could snap out of it at any moment he wouldn't have to.
The words "trust me" rolled over in his head several times. He didn't know why but he found himself doing exactly that. He followed quietly and almost limp. As they arrived he stopped hesitantly, brow wrinkling with thought. "What are we to do here?" He asked curiously.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2017 10:33:15 GMT -8
Yaia laughed, her hand still warm and soft and RIGHT in his, her golden eyes pretty with her joy. "You lie on bed and I massage," she teased Hansel. "Or! I can give food or drink and we relax, hm?"
There was very faint bird song, and the quiet babble of a fountain nearby, and the shade was cool but not cold, and the atmosphere was so tranquil, as if he was ever far removed from the pain of his past, from the memories that were there. There was no dry heat, there were no pressing concerns.
It was just Hansel and Yaia, in paradise.
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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 Mar 7, 2017 12:34:45 GMT -8
Hansel's expression of mild anxiety switched just a little to innocent confusion at the suggestion of a massage. "Didn't I already-" he began but then quickly cut himself off. "Yes." he said uncertainly to Yaia's second suggestion. "Yes that sounds nice, I'll sit down then shall I?" He cautiously sat near one of the tables as though he were expecting the floor to cave in when he did.
You don't have to go so long as you can he recited under his breath, and then with a hint of a smile looked up at Yaia once more. "It's... nice." he said, taking in everything around him.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2017 11:09:24 GMT -8
He had received a slight massage while he'd been bathing, but he'd been tense the entire time and had not relaxed. This area was for a more thorough massage, to truly work all muscles into a state of relaxation, and thus an ease upon the spirit of the body.
Yaia laughed gently at him and moved with him -- all sweet curves, soft skin, and light fabric where she was kept "modest" -- and moved onto her knees on the pile of pillows beside him. He relaxed back and Yaia reached up to gather her dark hair and draw it over one shoulder.
Her mouth opened to speak to Hansel, but then she caught sight of sleek shoulders... and Zora, the cheetah, came 'round the corner, the lean and beautiful animal with its tawny eyes on Hansel. It padded gently over to them and sat. Yaia frowned gently.
"Hansel.. you must go see the mistress," Yaia said to him, keeping her voice calm as she looked from the cheetah to Hansel. "She would like to speak with you. It is a high honor," Yaia explained as the cheetah waited calmly.
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Hansel von Dietzhoff
Dedicated
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 Mar 20, 2017 11:48:13 GMT -8
Again, an innocent wrinkling of the boy's eyebrows met the laugh as the entertainer worked her magic. It certainly seemed like a true place to go for some sort of rejuvenation if a little alien in nature to Hans.
He was still a little confused as to what was to happen when the girl sat beside him and he kept his gaze in her eyes awaiting a little bit more of an explanation.
Hansel nodded his head a little when it seemed she was going to talk but then followed her gaze to the cheetah that just arrived. He had to go speak to someone? It was a bit odd, but he put down his lack of understanding to the heat and lack of information. He'd go speak to the mistress and all should be clear. He couldn't possibly imagine why he was wanted, and quickly recalled all he had done in the day's time. Did he break any rules or protocols? Not that he could remember. "Can... can you come with me?" He quickly shook his head coming to the conclusion "probably not" and standing with a sigh to follow the sleek animal.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2017 12:56:07 GMT -8
Yaia wordlessly shook her head as she looked at him, seated on the pillows, beautiful and lush and kind-hearted -- as he had discovered. A slight blush touched her cheeks as she glanced at the cheetah, who's tawny eyes were still gazing at Hansel, its white-tipped tail flicking once.
No, Hansel had better go alone.
When it seemed like the boy would be going, Zora (the cheetah) turned, and began to lead Hansel out of the garden and through the serene hallways of the spa toward the rooftop, where the Mistress awaited.
[Exit to rooftop]
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