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 Jan 27, 2017 12:51:01 GMT -8
Lucy looked down Xin , then back up at @sione . What a polite little child! Even though he was wearing a creepy mask, she always liked polite kids. Smiling at him, she reached behind the counter and pulled out a buttercream cake with fruit, just like Xin asked. Cutting a very small piece, she looked up at Sione. Perhaps she was the boy's mother? "Is this alright, ma'am? I mean, I don't want to spoil his appetite...it's only a little sample, after all." Looking over the woman closely for the first time, she suppressed a gasp. She was so thin and pale! The blue hair and black eyes also startled her, but she quickly composed herself and smiled. "And anything for you, ma'am? You look famished. Please, let me know if anything tickles your fancy." |
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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 Jan 27, 2017 12:59:21 GMT -8
The man grinned, and eagerly accepted Hiyama's coins. They quickly vanished into an inside pocket, and he handed the boy the map. "Here you go, sonny. I'll go get a horse, and we can leave in the morning. I'll meet you here, ok?" Without waiting for a response, he hurried off, chuckling to himself. The innkeeper walked over, sighing. "I'm sorry, sonny, but you just got fleeced. That's ol' Petey. Nobody believes his stories, and we're pretty sure he's making the whole thing up. He just rants on and on about the Suiker family being descended from murderous bandits. Ms. Suiker had him jailed for it one time after he got drunk and went to her mansion and started yelling." |
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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 Jan 27, 2017 13:03:01 GMT -8
The boy looked up at Kargth, confused. The man didn't have treasure? Why was he speaking like that? What was going on? He started to back away, slowly. Perhaps the man wasn't all there. His parents had warned him about this sort of person. They were unpredictable. Still, his curiosity kept him from running off. "Why do you talk funny, mister armored man? What do you need a map for? Where are you trying to go, huh? And why do you have that armor on, anyway? Isn't it hot, or heavy? It looks like the armor on its own weighs more than me." |
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Hiyama
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 16
Physical Description: A young man with an ordinary frame, still in his adolescence.
Clothes and Equipment: Red kimono, white obi, black hakama, and zori sandles. Is often seen wearing a crude, thick straw cloak.
Player's online availability : Depends on the story I'm in.
Registered: May 12, 2015 22:23:57 GMT -8
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Post by Hiyama on Jan 27, 2017 13:22:45 GMT -8
The man grinned, and eagerly accepted Hiyama 's coins. They quickly vanished into an inside pocket, and he handed the boy the map. "Here you go, sonny. I'll go get a horse, and we can leave in the morning. I'll meet you here, ok?" Without waiting for a response, he hurried off, chuckling to himself. The innkeeper walked over, sighing. "I'm sorry, sonny, but you just got fleeced. That's ol' Petey. Nobody believes his stories, and we're pretty sure he's making the whole thing up. He just rants on and on about the Suiker family being descended from murderous bandits. Ms. Suiker had him jailed for it one time after he got drunk and went to her mansion and started yelling." "Well.. that is a shame..." he said, and then the stoic boy smiled in an overtly happy-go-luck way, "but there must be some reason he does it. Perhaps he needs it more than I do. I.. think I'll be okay." Truth be told, he didn't have much, but he did have enough to continue his journey south the next morning. Reflecting upon his own reaction, he realized this was the only reason he didn't consider confronting the thief instead. Wherever he was going next, he would have to find some work. |
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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 Jan 27, 2017 14:14:08 GMT -8
The innkeep shrugged. What the gullible young man wanted to do with his money was his own business. Still, he was curious. Nobody had ever believed ol' Petey before. He leaned forward towards Hiyama, looking at the folded piece of paper. It certainly looked old, but there were lots of ways to age a paper. "So, sonny...what does that map say, hmm? I've never gotten a good look at it, but he's had it as long as anyone can remember. Can you open it up? Let's take a look, just for kicks. Ol' Petey's crazy about that map. If we didn't know better, we'd think he actually believed that there was treasure in a hidden well somewhere. Ms. Suiker denies all claims that her family used to be bandits, though." |
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Kargth
Established
Knight of a time long past,confused of who and what he is he travels the lands seeking for answers.
Roleplay posts: 45
Age: Unknown
Physical Description: 7ft tall and built like an ox nothing can be seen under his armor.
Clothes and Equipment: Wearing armor made of darkest metal and wielding a blazing sword Kargth is a sight to behold. His armor is etched with script with a language he does not understand. His sword blazing with magic he can not conceive of. The armor he wears is as much a mystery to himself as it is to others.
Registered: Jan 25, 2017 21:39:37 GMT -8
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Post by Kargth on Jan 27, 2017 15:34:30 GMT -8
The boy looked up at Kargth , confused. The man didn't have treasure? Why was he speaking like that? What was going on? He started to back away, slowly. Perhaps the man wasn't all there. His parents had warned him about this sort of person. They were unpredictable. Still, his curiosity kept him from running off. "Why do you talk funny, mister armored man? What do you need a map for? Where are you trying to go, huh? And why do you have that armor on, anyway? Isn't it hot, or heavy? It looks like the armor on its own weighs more than me." Kargth watched as the boy began to back away slowly. A look of fear in his eyes. "Lost." Kargth replied slowly and haltingly still slowly remembering how to speak, standing up once more Kargth repeated himself. "Need map, lost" Armor. He had said something about his armor. He debated telling the small child the truth that he was pretty much just the suit of armor. If he did though, he wasn't sure if he would be run out of town or not. Deciding to play it safe Kargth answered the boys question. "I am, one with armor. It can...never leave me. It is as much...apart of me as...your head is apart of...your body." |
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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 Jan 28, 2017 10:18:46 GMT -8
The boy paused, looking up at the armored figure.
"Lost? You're lost? You're in Sugar Hollow, that's where you are. I don't know if anyone has a map around here, but I'm sure you could get one somewhere...but what do you mean that you're one with the armor? Is it stuck to you? Are you locked inside? Mr. Suite and Mr. Saur are our blacksmiths, I'm sure they could get you out of there, if you can't take it off. How do you bathe? Do you smell bad? I don't think you smell too bad."
The boy giggled, his fear apparently gone.
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Hiyama
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 16
Physical Description: A young man with an ordinary frame, still in his adolescence.
Clothes and Equipment: Red kimono, white obi, black hakama, and zori sandles. Is often seen wearing a crude, thick straw cloak.
Player's online availability : Depends on the story I'm in.
Registered: May 12, 2015 22:23:57 GMT -8
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Post by Hiyama on Jan 28, 2017 23:23:14 GMT -8
The innkeep shrugged. What the gullible young man wanted to do with his money was his own business. Still, he was curious. Nobody had ever believed ol' Petey before. He leaned forward towards Hiyama , looking at the folded piece of paper. It certainly looked old, but there were lots of ways to age a paper. "So, sonny...what does that map say, hmm? I've never gotten a good look at it, but he's had it as long as anyone can remember. Can you open it up? Let's take a look, just for kicks. Ol' Petey's crazy about that map. If we didn't know better, we'd think he actually believed that there was treasure in a hidden well somewhere. Ms. Suiker denies all claims that her family used to be bandits, though." "Well, I suppose there's no harm in looking. Then, you can have it." Hiyama opens the map on the table and studies its features, looking in particular for the quickest route into the southern countryside. |
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 23, 2024 4:06:39 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2017 11:31:07 GMT -8
Lucy looked down Xin , then back up at @sione . What a polite little child! Even though he was wearing a creepy mask, she always liked polite kids. Smiling at him, she reached behind the counter and pulled out a buttercream cake with fruit, just like Xin asked. Cutting a very small piece, she looked up at Sione. Perhaps she was the boy's mother? "Is this alright, ma'am? I mean, I don't want to spoil his appetite...it's only a little sample, after all." Looking over the woman closely for the first time, she suppressed a gasp. She was so thin and pale! The blue hair and black eyes also startled her, but she quickly composed herself and smiled. "And anything for you, ma'am? You look famished. Please, let me know if anything tickles your fancy."
"It doesn't matter to me. I'm not his mother, he can do as he likes. And no thank you, I don't eat." She'd told the innkeeper she didn't sleep, now the baker knew she didn't eat.. she wondered how long it would be before they were run out of town. |
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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 Jan 29, 2017 11:39:50 GMT -8
Hiyama opened the paper, revealing a remarkably detailed hand-drawn map of the valley. It was old and brittle, but still in readable condition. However, no matter what condition it was in, it wouldn't be very helpful to him. It showed the valley, alright, but the town and the main roads were glaringly absent. This made sense, if Ol' Petey was to be believed and the map was drawn before the town was formed. However, the map did show a small farmstead, with fields and trails. In the mountains, a black x marked an otherwise unremarkable location in a small stand of trees. Was this the hidden well that Ol' Petey had been talking about? The inkeeper looked over the map carefully. "Hmm...that's kind of neat, I suppose. Never seen a map of the valley from so long ago before."
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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 Jan 29, 2017 21:13:13 GMT -8
That single orb seemed to widen slightly at the sight of the cake as she pulled it from behind the counter and cut off a very tiny sliver. A frown stretching across his lips- it was meant as a sample though he had hoped to eat a little more when she addressed Sione however he tipped his head back looking up at her. Though it did not seem she would keep him from eating it.
He already knew the girl did not require food so he merely echoed her own words. “Sione doesn’t each much.” There was a brief pause. “You can give me her portion as well.” He commented, before turning to see if there were any places to sit.
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High Priest Yori
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Registered: Jan 1, 2017 11:28:48 GMT -8
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Post by High Priest Yori on Jan 29, 2017 21:43:42 GMT -8
Ms. Suiker beamed as High Priest Yori held out the gift of tea.Taking it in her hands, she lifted it to her nose to smell the leaves, sighing with satisfaction. She put it down on the table and looked back up at Yori and Waltz, smiling. "Well then, High Priest. Thank you for the tea, it smells lovely. I'll be sure to try a cup very soon. And what's this I hear about the blight on the trees? Blights come by every now and then, and they're quite costly." Waltz spoke up: "Yes ma'am. There was a blight, and the high priest here managed to somehow heal all the trees. It was very impressive, I must say. Saved us quite a bit of money, too, if I might add. Three entire rows, saved from burning." Suiker nodded, impressed. She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the coffee table. "So then, High Priest. You've been very kind, so far. Saving my trees, bringing me tea. What can I do for you, hmm?" The High Priest sat straight hands folded neatly in his lap as he observed the lady while she sniffed at the contents of the pouch - - He remained silent allow Waltz to explain to Suiker what had happened in regards to the trees. Twin pupils meeting her own, ringed in golden irises as she leaned across the coffee table and asked what it was he wanted in return for his ‘kind’ deeds. His intentions did seem rather transparent. He leaned forward, thin digits curling in a delicate manner around one of the tea cups that had been poured for them, lifting the saucer and cup at the same time. “It’s not what you can do for me.” He began, of course he was expected to put on a show. “But for the Order and those less fortunate, we would be most grateful if you would consider donating a small portion of the cherries that have been spared from the Blight.” Lips pursed slightly blowing a cool stream of air across the tea sending a wave of ripples crawling across the surface. Of course she could always turn down the request as he made it clear it was simply a request . “I believe a relationship with The Order could be mutually beneficial, there are many priest skilled in the art of healing – that would be able to tend to your trees should they become afflicted in the future.” He added, before taking a sip of the warmed liquid. |
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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 Jan 30, 2017 6:45:03 GMT -8
Lucy laughed at the boy's logic, and cut him a second thin slice. Still, @sione was a bit odd. No wonder she was so thin and pale if she didn't eat much! Still, she handed Xin the two slices. There were a few small tables set up around the shop with chairs so that people could sit and eat if they wanted. "Here you go, dearie. Buttercream with fruit, just like you wanted. You should take off that mask before you eat, though. You wouldn't want to get frosting on it. Besides, it's impolite to wear masks at the table." She patted him on the head, then went back to frosting cakes. |
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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 Jan 31, 2017 8:54:12 GMT -8
Suiker nodded, considering High Priest Yori's offer. She didn't give out handouts, as a rule. Poor people could grow their own cherries, as far as she was concerned. But the ability to keep the cherries blight-free was a worthy offer, and was certainly worth the cost of donation. Besides, she might be able to get her hands on some more of the tea, which she was simply dying to try. It smelled exquisite. "A donation? Hmm...I suppose we could arrange something like that. And I suppose a relationship with your order could be beneficial. I can certainly have a portion of cherries sent to your order, but I'm afraid you'll have to do the distribution yourself. Is that alright?" She smiled, sipping her tea with her pinky out like a proper lady. Everything about her, from her hair to her manner, was well-raised and high-born. It was clear that she'd been born into wealth and power, and had no intention of ever leaving her position. |
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 23, 2024 4:06:39 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2017 10:00:20 GMT -8
Sione smirked at the way the woman treated Xin, but said nothing, simply gesturing for him to proceed to his chosen table. Whereupon she'd follow him and sit down across the way, looking around warily.
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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 Jan 31, 2017 19:02:25 GMT -8
A smile stretched across his lips as his plan had worked and Lucy offered to give him the two pieces, he took them as well as looking for any forks or utensils and collecting them, before giving the lady a small nod. It would indeed be difficult to eat with a mask on, not that he had intended to keep it on while eating in the first place. “Thank you, Miss Lucy.” He offered in a sweet tone. Head tipping back slightly as she ruffled those silk-like fibers, that though he made no attempt at fending her off as his hands were full. First the inn-keeper, the blacksmith, and now the backer. That single orb narrowed just slightly, though he did not say anything as he turned from her and moved to sit upon the chair setting the plate atop the table, while digits curled around a long and slender desert fork. His gaze looked up towards Sione, she was supposed to protect him though the assault of his hair was harmless enough.
Thumb slipped beneath the chin of the mask sliding it up to rest atop his head, revealing almost delicate features. Only his left eye was open, while his right remained shut, thin red markings etched across his skin. He dipped the fork into the cake cutting off a small piece before bringing it to his mouth and trying a bite.
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mib
New
Roleplay posts: 4
Registered: Jan 25, 2017 21:18:45 GMT -8
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Post by mib on Jan 31, 2017 20:21:15 GMT -8
Lucy’s Oven. The bell chimed once more as the door to the small bakery slid open, however the tone seemed off somehow distant and distorted like a muffled screech. Within the frame stood a tall dark man, despite the prominent arch of his back as if a creature too large for its body, the male stood over six and a half foot tall, ducking as he entered the establishment – like a shade slowly stretching across the floor. Clink, the door closed.
Leather soles pressed lightly against the hardwood floor, yet there was no noise aside the high-pitched hum from the bell which seemed to linger in the air, droning softly in his presence. Slowly, he made his way towards the one known as Xin, standing but a few paces behind the boy. Lips curling in a subtle grin, yet there was no warmth – there was a wickedness to that smile that was as plain as his nose was long. Lips cracked, revealing rows of pointed teeth.
There was something decidedly off about the creature, the ridges of his spine poking through the back of a black business suit like tiny sharpened spikes. The top hat which rest neatly upon a bald dome, think veins that crawled across his skin like tiny little tiny snakes wriggling and writhing .
Golden silted hues peered down at the child seemingly ignoring his companion, Sione, and the baker for now, through the dark tint of glass which rested upon the bride of his nose, which seemed to mask whatever his intentions for the boy might have been. The floorboard seemed to creak forbiddingly as he moved closer to the child. “Hello Xin, my dear child.” His words were warm, welcoming, yet sarcasm leaked from his mouth like venom from a snake’s tongue.
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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 Feb 2, 2017 6:42:58 GMT -8
Lucy's eyes widened as she saw the boy's scarred eye, but said nothing. No wonder he wore the mask. Still, he had a cute little face, regardless of however many eyes he had or didn't have, and it took every ounce of self-control she had not to pinch his cheek. How had he lost the eye? Had there been a tragic arts-and-crafts accident with the kiddie scissors? Had he been attacked by a cat? She didn't ponder his injury for long, however, before the mysterious man stepped in. She gasped, staring at him. He clearly wasn't human! What was he, and why did he know the little boy? She turned white, clutching a cake knife behind the counter, and glanced between @sione and Xin. Did they know him? "H-hello, sir. C-can I help you w-with anything?" |
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 23, 2024 4:06:39 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2017 9:43:32 GMT -8
Wholly black eyes narrowed upon the man that entered the bakery, and Sione felt her proverbial hackles stirring. She didn't like this one bit. She began to gather energy from the After, mist beginning to coalesce around her hands, hidden beneath the table, while the temperature around her started to lower gradually. She didn't remove her gaze from the intruder even as she spoke to Xin in a quiet, calm tone.
"Do you know this person, Xin?"
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Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193 
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
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Post by Osma Gaiman on Feb 3, 2017 9:02:11 GMT -8
"I hate birds. I hate cats. I hate nature." The last statement was blastomy but whateve's. She totes meant it.
Osma walked back into town, pulling a cob web off her shoulder and kicking a stray cat hard in it's side. "Grrrrrr." She stopped with her fists at her sides and taking several deep breaths. Having tea at the cat cottage with the old hag had been super weird, but not as bizarre as having seen her pimpled and gnarled toothed reflection in that wacky mirror.
Osma ran her hand though her long, dark hair and pinched her cheeks. She pulled up her gals so that they would sit a little higher on her chest and then finished her walk into town. The first male person she saw she gave a dazzling smile to, making him run into cart and spill a crate of apples and plums. HA! She still got it. Stupid mirror playing tricks on her. With no lack of swagger, she walked along the town as if she owned it. The tavern she was staying in had to be nearby. She wanted a shower.
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