Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
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She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Mar 19, 2017 10:54:46 GMT -8
Grandma wasn’t buying the Imp’s statement that he wouldn’t harm the people of this village. Even if it wasn’t his intention to, Grandma had severe doubts regarding his ability to control himself if excited. Raising one eyebrow as Appopo hid his rather out of control wand behind his back, Grandma gave a half shrug, taking a seat at the bar again.
“I’m glad to hear you wouldn’t harm the people of this village. It isn’t often I come across people in such an isolated place. Their lack of magic is also rather unique.”
Taking a sip of her drink, Grandma considers his request to see her magic. Although she was still gathering mana herself, she didn’t seem to have any intention of using it at the moment.
“If you were scrying on me, surely you saw me use some of my magic in the bar here? You probably want something more, though… Such magic is far too destructive to use, however. Perhaps I could still show you such magic. I’m curious, though, what were you doing in this village in the first place? Are you like me and simply have a sweet tooth?”
Grandma stroked her chin as she spoke, a thoughtful expression on her face. Perhaps a new idea had just come to her.
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Xin
Committed
Roleplay posts: 85
Registered: Mar 6, 2016 17:02:28 GMT -8
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Post by Xin on Mar 19, 2017 14:14:06 GMT -8
<inn>
The latch clicked loudly as he inserted the key and turned the handle before stepping into the small room which had been prepared for them he looked over his pack to make sure that everything had been there before closing the door behind him and locking it once more to keep out any unwanted visitor, though he suspected that the actual wooden door would not prevent anyone with intent from entering , thankfully not many knew where he was staying save for the Inn-keeper and the woman that had seen them leaving earlier- unless the cloud had followed them inside. He leaned back against the door, expelling a soft breath having picked up on the mood of Sione- Was rather tense though with the string of visitors they had received it did not surprise him. he pushed himself from the edge of the door and moved to draw the curtains of the room closed, before turning towards the bath – where he began to run the water to fill the basin allowing the inn-keep time to prepare a meal. -skip- Once he had finished he opened the door once more seeing the tray that had been left for him some soup and he took it to the small desk which was located next to the bed . Leaving the tray outside once more as well as a few coppers before sliding into the bed and almost immediately falling asleep.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 22, 2024 20:41:33 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2017 17:37:26 GMT -8
"Oh," she said simply. If there were whistles in her direction, she was heedless of them and continued just to walk as best she could with her walking stick.
Roy asked if she could do magic and she laughed a sparkling laugh and shook her head, loooong hair of dark, dark midnight blue that some mistook for black swaying as she did so. Stars seemed to subtly shine within the strands of it, matching the swirls and glimmer of her gaze... At least, when she wasn't blind.
"I do not think I know any magic," she said, "but I think I must be magic." She spilled her secrets out in the light of day as they walked, unaware that they even were secrets. "I am a Star Daughter, and my mother is the Moon. I fell to earth because I yearned for it even though my mother warned me it was dangerous. My blood is magic. I am magic. Someone tried to steal me once, but Typhus rescued me."
She said the last with an affectionate smile and turned it toward where she heard him growl at the whistlers before.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Mar 19, 2017 18:31:05 GMT -8
Roy glanced over at Typhus as he growled at the whistlers, alarmed. What sort of person was he, growling and threatening to tear people's heads off? He turned back to Seren as she explained what she was exactly, curious. He'd heard of quite a few types of people, but a star daughter was not one of them. He was very curious, and
"The moon is your mother? Huh? How did that work out? Didn't it hurt when you fell from the sky? What's it like up there? I was in the sky once, but it was just on a floating island. How are you magic? Are you actually a star? Who tried to steal you?"
Roy was sympathetic, as he knew what it was like to be kidnapped. It happened to him from time to time, after all. He never really got used to it.
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Wah Doobie
Committed
Roleplay posts: 64
Age: 2
Clothes and Equipment: Day Gown, Headdress, black socks, Polotimpimpapimpopo Wand (A memento of his dead friend Appopo)
Allegiances: Doobie Family
Registered: Jan 18, 2017 18:06:21 GMT -8
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Post by Wah Doobie on Mar 19, 2017 21:02:54 GMT -8
After a short time, Wah asks about the two people he'd asked for help in information about Kobolds. Afterward he gets on Nimpapa and looks for Appopo. While flying through the air, he sees the strange bone/stone bird flying alongside. What was this bird? Wah could swear he heard it whispering to him, but he couldn't make out what was being said with the wind blowing past his ears. It soon vanished into thin air again.
Wah flew up near Appopo from behind, he wanted to alert him that he was there, but didn't want to interrupt what he was doing."Hi."
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Typhus
Dedicated
Protecting his star.
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: Late Teens
Physical Description: About six feet tall with a thin muscular physique, Typhus has been trained to fight since he was young and has his fair share of scars. His oddly white hair and strange golden eyes earn him a lot of looks, as does his oddly long canine teeth. He has an angular face with a strong jaw and straight nose.
Registered: Oct 22, 2016 16:28:04 GMT -8
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Post by Typhus on Mar 20, 2017 5:21:47 GMT -8
Someone who was a bit more adroit at making connections and observations may have been able to piece together why Typhus was so over protective. The obvious reason was of course what Seren just said, someone had tried to steal her once and such a thing could understandably create a fear of someone trying to do so again.
The other reasons would be a bit harder to figure out but not that hard for anyone who paid sufficient attention. It was the way he stopped growling when Seren lets out her beautiful tinkling laugh, the way his gaze watched transfixed by the way her hair shimmered as she shakes her head. The boy was quite clearly head over heels for the star, obvious to most except to the two people who'd be most effected by the revelation.
The final reason would be hardest to figure out casually but Typhus's predatory yellow eyes, slightly pointed teeth, the way he sniffs the air, and the way he growls. All this speaks to his lupine nature and it isn't surprising that wolf feels protective over his pack.
Typhus listens to the question and he admits that he wished he'd thought to ask them. This was all new information to him, he'd known she fell from the sky suspected she was a star but she'd never spoken of it so openly. Then again he'd never asked it was against his nature to ask question, life as a slave had beat curiosity out of him. His keen ears perk up eager to learn more of Seren his general anger temporarily forgotten.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 22, 2024 20:41:33 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2017 6:48:22 GMT -8
Seren's dark brows lifted in surprise. "Many questions!" she remarked, but was absurdly pleased. Usually, SHE was the one asking too many questions. Her stomach growled a little and she put her free hand to it, rubbing against the flat of it beneath the white of the blouse she was wearing.
"No, it did not hurt to fall from the sky but it was very hot and a very long journey. I fell asleep until I came to the ground," Seren told Roy, since Roy seemed to be interested in knowing. Then she blushed. "I ran away from my home... my mother must be very angry with me. She might send for my father, perhaps. Or my brothers..."
She heard Ollie bark in the distance and she turned, laughing against as she walked away from both Roy and Typhus in order to go to her beloved dog. He had found something of interest -- at least to the doggo -- and barked so that Seren could make her way over and discover whatever it was, leaving her story totally just hanging for Roy and Typhus.
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Appopo Popolimpapo
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Physical Description: 1.86 meters tall and onyx black skin. Appopo is a tall Imp.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes are in avatar picture. Uses the "Polotimpimpapimpopo Wand". This wand is full of dark magic and commanded by voice spells.
Registered: Feb 26, 2017 15:18:53 GMT -8
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Post by Appopo Popolimpapo on Mar 20, 2017 17:21:31 GMT -8
"I was helping a Kobold find his parents when I found this place. The aroma stopped me dead in my tracks. It is so sweet AND salty."
The server brought Appopo a drink, but Appopo took no part , letting it sit and asked the server for something sweet. His yellow eyes shifted to his drink and he pulled out a small pouch that had tiny green mushrooms. Appopo dropped one in his drink and it started to bubble.
"Master Destruction wants to see your magic to. We can go to my Wiz-O-Tower of Appopo to do it." Appopo spoke while stirring his drink and mushroom with the tip of his wand that gave off a soft yellow glow that gave the drink a nuclear green color and glow.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Mar 20, 2017 18:31:55 GMT -8
“Hmm, that is rather benevolent of you. There are so many orphans about these days, but helping here and there is better than not doing anything I suppose.”
Grandma glanced over as Appopo placed something in his drink, wondering what the effect of the mushrooms might be. Perhaps he didn’t like the taste of normal drinks? Maybe the mushrooms had a beneficial effect on him? Grandma couldn’t really know for sure.
That was when the rather strange Imp Wizard requested that she go with him to his tower, mentioning that someone else wanted to see her magic as well. Grandma had little trust of the creature, especially considering the fact it appeared to be of demonic descent. The wizard still raised Grandma’s interest, however… Then it came to her, she would have an associate look into the motives of this creature, yes.
“I’m afraid your motives aren’t very clear to me and therefore I can’t in good conscious show you my magic. However, I’m not so cruel as to leave you completely alone. An associate of mine…”
As Grandma spoke her last words she vanished suddenly into the air, all traces of her gone. There had been no warning of this, simply gone in the blink of an eye.
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Xel'rath
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: If Xel'rath has a true form, it is unknown as to what it really looks like. It can take on the appearance of anything or anyone with complete perfection.
Clothes and Equipment: None, Xel'rath can conjure anything it needs along with it's many forms.
Player's online availability : Unknown
Registered: Nov 3, 2015 18:47:56 GMT -8
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Post by Xel'rath on Mar 20, 2017 19:11:03 GMT -8
...Mere seconds after Grandma vanishes a well dressed older man walks into the tavern. He is wearing formal clothing, a nice suit and tie. The man, standing over six feet tall was rather imposing in stature. He would give one look over the tavern and it's patrons with a critical eye before adjusting his tie and striding over to Appopo.
The man would poke Appopo in the shoulder and when he turned around the man would speak, "Ah, there you are, just great. Appopo right? I am Grandma's associate, great woman she is, just a fantastic woman."
The man in the suit would offer his hand for Appopo to shake, whether he took it or not did not matter.
"You know I'm here for a certain reason. The hellscape, or wherever you're from, they aren't sending their best folks, so I'm here to fix that. I am going to have to annihilate you, unfortunately. Hope you understand, it's just business after all."
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 22, 2024 20:41:33 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2017 19:21:59 GMT -8
Sione would watch over Xin as he slept, leaving him be until the moon was high in the sky. Then she'd rouse him quietly, and sneak him out of the inn, into the stable. She saddled their horse and mounted up, pulling the boy up in front of her. The folds of her black cloak seemed to wrap around him and help to hide him, even with the shining paleness of his hair and mask. Heeling the horse into a swift canter, she steered it out of the town and along the road toward their next destination.
<Exit>
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Wah Doobie
Committed
Roleplay posts: 64
Age: 2
Clothes and Equipment: Day Gown, Headdress, black socks, Polotimpimpapimpopo Wand (A memento of his dead friend Appopo)
Allegiances: Doobie Family
Registered: Jan 18, 2017 18:06:21 GMT -8
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Post by Wah Doobie on Mar 21, 2017 7:22:35 GMT -8
"H-hi." Wah shyly greets Xel'rath, "what's aniyalate mean? And mr appopopo that old man said that boy went to the inn."
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Mar 21, 2017 7:39:29 GMT -8
Roy was not quite observant enough to notice all the little details of Typhus's wolfish nature. All he knew was that the boy wasn't quite...right. Something about him seemed a bit savage, almost animal. Still, Roy didn't judge. He wasn't quite right either, being a vampire and all. When @seren walked away, he hurried after her, eager to hear the rest of the story. "How did you fall? Who are your father and brothers? I've never met a star before!" Meanwhile, the doggo in question seemed to have found a piece of gingerbread on the ground, shaped rather like a roofing tile.
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Typhus
Dedicated
Protecting his star.
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: Late Teens
Physical Description: About six feet tall with a thin muscular physique, Typhus has been trained to fight since he was young and has his fair share of scars. His oddly white hair and strange golden eyes earn him a lot of looks, as does his oddly long canine teeth. He has an angular face with a strong jaw and straight nose.
Registered: Oct 22, 2016 16:28:04 GMT -8
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Post by Typhus on Mar 21, 2017 12:10:59 GMT -8
What little Seren just told them was still enough to raise Typhus's hackles and make him worry. She had a big family apparently and the thought of her father or brother's coming to take her back. He shifts as he keeps stride with his star not sure what he'd do under such circumstances. He imagined that she wouldn't appreciate him fighting her family, but he also couldn't bare the thought of her being taken away. Such worry though was becoming common place for Typhus since he'd found his star so he manages to keep calm as he keeps pace with her.
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Xin
Committed
Roleplay posts: 85
Registered: Mar 6, 2016 17:02:28 GMT -8
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Post by Xin on Mar 21, 2017 19:49:49 GMT -8
The boy was woken easily enough though was remiss to abandon the comforts of a bed after having slept upon the ground for the past few days – still, he slid from the bed ever alert gathering his belongings and slinging his pack over his shoulders he moved in silence so as not to attract any attention as Sione lead them to stables. In but a moment, his lithe frame easily drawn up upon the saddle as Sione settled behind, the dark cloak seemingly enveloping his form, knees hugged along either side of the horse as slender fingers wrapped around the horn allowing the horse to carry them out of the town.
<exit>
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Deleted
Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 22, 2024 20:41:33 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2017 12:53:04 GMT -8
Seren lowered to her knees beside Ollie and reached out for what it was that he had in his mouth. He played tug-of-war a little with her, making her laugh, the girl as pretty as a picture as she wrestled with the goofy golden retriever. When he finally relented, she felt it in her hands, then smelled it.
"What is this?" she asked, frowning a little as she tried to discover without actually seeing it. How frustrating it was to be blind for 12 hours, and perfect vision for the opposite 12!
"Oh, did you ask me a question?" Seren asked as she looked in the direction of Roy. She didn't know where Typhus was, exactly, but she knew that he couldn't be far. "When will sunset be?"
She was very impatient.
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Wendy the Witch
Committed
That witchy, twitchy girl
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 18
Physical Description: Grey hair, pale skin, brown eyes. Short.
Clothes and Equipment: Pictured, as well as a magical bag of holding that carries the other bits and pieces she needs, such as an assortment of books and scrolls, vials and jars, herbs and weeds, dried animal parts, a cauldron, a skull, candles, etc.
Registered: Mar 23, 2017 13:55:25 GMT -8
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Post by Wendy the Witch on Mar 27, 2017 17:05:50 GMT -8
The teenage witch yawned and stretched where she saddled her broom, the enchanted thing lazily making its way through the sky. She'd napped a bit on the ride, and with hazy eyes she looked around to see where she wound up.
Seemed like forest was everywhere... Until she spied rooftops among the canopy. More awake now, she put a hand on her hat to keep it in place, then leaned forward to make the broom zoom.
A few minutes later, she circled once around the town, then came to a soft landed in Sugar Hollow's town square, dismounting from her broom and momentarily distracting herself with wiping down her dress of travel dust.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Mar 28, 2017 18:42:19 GMT -8
Roy hurried after the star girl, taking the piece of gingerbread from her and looking it over carefully.
"What is this? It looks like a roofing tile, but it's made of...gingerbread?"
He gasped, dropping the cookie. This was bad! Roxanne had warned him about this whenever he went out into the woods. She'd always been afraid that he'd be kidnapped by a witch.
"This is part of a witch house! There's a witch nearby! We should go, Seren. You two, Typhus! It's not safe if there's witches about!"
Grabbing Seren's hand, he began tugging her quickly down the road.
"The sun will go down in a few hours, Seren, but we need to go now! We'll be safe in town, come on!"
Seren would hear a soft meow from the woods, like that of a very adorable and fluffy cat.
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Sugar Hollow
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Registered: Mar 6, 2017 16:15:42 GMT -8
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Post by Sugar Hollow on Mar 28, 2017 19:00:04 GMT -8
The townsfolk stared at Wendy the Witch as she landed in the middle of the town square. A witch! They'd seen witches before, but most were old and decrepit, and usually stayed in their little witch huts in the woods. Why was there one in the middle of town, and a young one to boot? Did she want to turn them all into toads, or steal their cats? Perhaps she was selling love potions, or wanted to kidnap a child! They whispered among themselves, but didn't approach her. After all, nobody wanted to be a frog today. All of a sudden, the crowd parted as a withered old man pushed a lollipop cart towards the witch. Nobody tried to stop him, as they were all curious as to what would happen. Let the crazy old candy seller be the guinea pig. He rolled his cart over to her, stopping just a few feet away. Opening the top of the cart, he pulled out a large cherry lollipop. "Hello there, Miss. Welcome to Sugar Hollow! What brings you here, usually the witches stay in the woods. Can I interest you in a lollipop?"
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Typhus
Dedicated
Protecting his star.
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: Late Teens
Physical Description: About six feet tall with a thin muscular physique, Typhus has been trained to fight since he was young and has his fair share of scars. His oddly white hair and strange golden eyes earn him a lot of looks, as does his oddly long canine teeth. He has an angular face with a strong jaw and straight nose.
Registered: Oct 22, 2016 16:28:04 GMT -8
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Post by Typhus on Mar 29, 2017 8:19:42 GMT -8
On a list of thing Roy probably shouldn't have done, taking Seren's hand was probably pretty high on the list. While he knew that Seren was prone to being touchy feely with other people, having them be so with her roused his hackles. While he doesn't do anything right then and there he does stare daggers into Roy's back with an intensity that Roy would definitely be able to feel.
Still, if there was a witch he wasn't going to stop long enough to tear Roy's head off, he'd do that later. For the moment he just kept pace with the two since dragging the two to a stop might make Seren stumble. Of course, running blind might also make Seren stumble so he is careful to keep a close eye on her.
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