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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2017 21:06:23 GMT -8
Who's that Kaine fellow? She thought to herself as she readied another arrow. She wasn't a master marksmen, but the shot she did was pretty decent in her book. How she was going to beat Kaine was beyond her, however. After setting up a shot, she let loose another arrow.
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The Sparrow
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 184
Physical Description: Golden-haired, silver eyes and a peach complexion, with a dancer's body (athletic, willowy, trim, long-legged). Rough calloused palms, with light scars scattered over her skin, ranging from old silver to fresh pink. Has tattoos of large swan wings on her back that seem as if they could spring from her skin at any moment.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears whatever clothes are necessary to blend in with her environment. For her nocturnal activities she wears an enchanted cloak and mask, dark boots and clothing, an enchanted dirk, and a small leather sack. She has a pendant of a green stone with gold filigree and chain that she wears around her neck, tucked into her clothes and a silver ring on her right hand.
Player's online availability : Every now and again
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Post by The Sparrow on Apr 30, 2017 21:18:16 GMT -8
She smirked as she hit her target, then looked over at Raoul Ferdinand's . She clucked her teeth and shook her head slightly, long, blonde pony-tailed swaying as she looked across the distance and watched the fletcher boys re-align the targets. "I suppose luck can only care you so far, Your Highness," she said to the man that she'd stolen from. She pulled an arrow from her thigh quiver and notched it, pulling her arm back and tipping her head a bit to find that sweet spot. She waited for the sound of Ganymede's voice, and then she fired. aqAAuSHU1-101-10 |
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Raoul Ferdinand
Dedicated
King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235 
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on Apr 30, 2017 21:28:00 GMT -8
“What the shit?” Raoul flinched as he loosed the first arrow, sending it slightly wide and short. That girl in the lane next to him had his flask. His expensive brandy that had cost him… well, it wasn’t about the money anymore, but still. He had been trying so hard to focus despite Ganymede Galaii ’s nearly-naked presence that a surprise from the other direction threw him off. Badly. After the contest, Raoul. Don’t make a scene. He glared at The Sparrow for a moment, then took his stance again. Focus. Aim. He drew another arrow and nocked it, waiting for the count. Again, with a single motion, he raised his arm, drew to his shoulder, then loosed with his thumb as soon as he had the shot aligned. 0IBNPAae1-101-10 |
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Kaine Aislinn
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 135
Age: 21
Physical Description: 6'2 Pale, Red hair, braided beard
Clothes and Equipment: Pouches filled with various alchemical substances, a magical rune necklace, bearded wood ax, long bow.
Dressed in traveling clothes meant for the cold.He carries wooden staff, its hilt made of intertwined wood, at almost all times.
Player's online availability : Often
Registered: Mar 7, 2017 21:32:29 GMT -8
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Post by Kaine Aislinn on Apr 30, 2017 21:32:15 GMT -8
Kaine couldn't help but smile as his arrow striked true and the crowd cheered his name. He had never participated in a contest such as this but hunting in the cold north prepares a man for anything.
Taking up a more confident stance this time Kaine pulls back on his bowstring and fires once Ganymede gives the word.4d9NG45C1-101-10
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2017 22:01:15 GMT -8
She hit the target, but her aim was off. A gentle frown came over her face. She glanced over at Kaine Aislinn and at his target, and also at the others. A slight shake of her head, and the somber-faced elf reached for her second arrow. She notched it and drew the string back, aware of the weight of her braid on her shoulder, aware of the caress of the fletching of her arrow on her calloused fingertips. She was letting too much get to her, apparently. She needed to just-- Let go. GH_Squwi1-101-10 |
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Ganymede Galaii
Dedicated
The Muse of Merry-Making
Roleplay posts: 219 
Age: Any one she wants.
Physical Description: She takes a humanoid appearance, with long hair, nails, and eyes that changes colors depending on the mood she's in (usually found in some sort of periwinkle, lilac hue, tho). She usually takes a lush, hourglass-shaped feminine form.
Clothes and Equipment: Ganymede is always dressed in daring and bold fashion choices -- if she's in a good mood. If she's in a bad mood, she'll usually be clothed in dark and somber colors. She dresses according to the way she feels -- or according to the theme of her latest party.
Registered: Mar 15, 2017 13:43:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ganymede Galaii on Apr 30, 2017 23:39:54 GMT -8
Prospernalia's End Feast is Open! The Feast is higher-class than the rest of the casual atmosphere of the festival. Characters will be expected to show up, dressed to impress. There is no schedule, but instead a free-for-all for characters to attend and romance and eat and interact as they will. Specific characters have been invited, and have been appropriately tagged, but that does not mean that they are in attendance until they officially post in.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
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Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
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Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on May 1, 2017 3:09:46 GMT -8
Lowering her bow, Lady Naoki peers downrange to observe her result. As she does, her mouth slides off to one side of her face, and her eyebrows furrow together slightly. Not even within the circle, too high. The arrow is firmly embedded, almost having punctured through the other side of the target due to the power of the draw. Had this been a more real and threatening scenario, the arrow may have disabled some poor fellow's arm, but in this case, it represents only the bare minimum of having struck the target. Taking another deep breath to refocus, Naoki motions the caddy forward for another arrow. She pulls one from the quiver blindly, and, upon looking at it, finds it not to her liking. After choosing another which seems to be satisfactory, she sets her arrow to the string. For this round, the target seems to be set at a more reasonable distance - a distance at which it would be advisable to use a bow and arrow as opposed to a bladed weapon. Feeling more comfortable with this range, Naoki once again extends her ears upward, draws her breath in and bow back, aims, and fires. bxzVgQZT1-10 1-10 |
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on May 1, 2017 3:47:21 GMT -8
"I do prefer to observe for the most part, having had my fair share of such competitions on the battlefield. Plus, my Griffin gets awfully jealous if I so much as look at another mount, and I would hate to have another horse get eaten that way."
She said, grinning but only slightly jesting. Raoul's miss caused her to groan but she cheered as he went to shoot again.
"Besides, he is quite fetching to look at."
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Centurion Analiese Hael
Committed
Roleplay posts: 50
Age: 31
Physical Description: She is slightly above average height for a woman, about 5'10" and weighing a bit more at a 190lbs. She has medium-length platinum blonde hair, and a rather feminine face. It is the stern look in her eye that gives her face its hard edge, accompanied by the numerous bruises and scars that are a result of years of military service. Her figure is relatively slender, compacted with muscle from years of training and a strict nutrition regime.
Clothes and Equipment: Ana wears the traditional armor of an Isran Centurion, complete with the red sash and the Isran sigil on her breast. The armor is fitting to what curves she does have, and, given that the Lady Naoki had a say in the armor, probably accentuates them. She wields her sword, a weapon of no particularly special properties beyond good craftsmanship and having been lovingly maintained by generations of Haels. Her legionnaire's shield completes the image of a stalwart Isran warrior.
Registered: Oct 25, 2016 13:19:28 GMT -8
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Post by Centurion Analiese Hael on May 1, 2017 5:43:37 GMT -8
Analiese had very nearly shot at the wrong target, and a quick correction meant she hit her own instead. She grinned and waited for the targets to finish moving before drawing the bow and taking aim again...
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Ganymede Galaii
Dedicated
The Muse of Merry-Making
Roleplay posts: 219
Age: Any one she wants.
Physical Description: She takes a humanoid appearance, with long hair, nails, and eyes that changes colors depending on the mood she's in (usually found in some sort of periwinkle, lilac hue, tho). She usually takes a lush, hourglass-shaped feminine form.
Clothes and Equipment: Ganymede is always dressed in daring and bold fashion choices -- if she's in a good mood. If she's in a bad mood, she'll usually be clothed in dark and somber colors. She dresses according to the way she feels -- or according to the theme of her latest party.
Registered: Mar 15, 2017 13:43:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ganymede Galaii on May 1, 2017 6:56:40 GMT -8
Ganymede laughed, the sound like honey and silk as she leaned toward Elizabeth Finch's direction, her gaze still on the play. "Gryphons," she said, using an ancient spelling of an ancient name that spoke, perhaps, of her own familiarity with the creatures, many, many years ago, "have been and continue to be one of my favorite creatures. Their jealous habits and territorial possessiveness over their family and riders has continually been a source of diversion," she spoke. It hinted at, perhaps, a darker side of Ganymede, but then she turned her head away from the archers to look at the Queen of Prospernalia, and she smiled that wondrous smile, crossing her legs where her almost-nude gown shifted slightly over her skin. "You must make a play for him," she insisted to Liz of Raoul Ferdinand. "Honestly, you would be missing your chance otherwise. He doesn't seem the long term sort, of course. But... fun." Her gaze went back to the King of Prospernalia, quickly becoming beloved by the people of Isra. "Great, great fun." The archers had all shot down the line again, and Ganymede lifted a hand to the steward. He walked out, chin high, and spoke of the proceedings. "Mistress Eila has soundly hit-- a bullseye!" There was not as much roaring for @eilagwen, although she did receive several cheers. An unknown face to Isra, and so far not particularly friendly, she didn't have much of a following. "Master Raoul, the King of Prospernalia has hit within the intimate circle!" This caused a series of cheers for Raoul Ferdinand, the crowd waving their flags. "All other contests have soundly hit their targets!" The steward's voice cracked toward the end and he gulped. Not a single one of the contestants, the rest being Empress Naoki, Kaine Aislinn, The Sparrow, @banditkelly, and Centurion Analiese Hael, had missed their target which meant that if any of those participating ever wanted to shoot someone down... they most surely could. Even as drunk as the Centurion was. "Reveal the moving targets!" The Fletcher boys ran out and took off the stationary targets from the field, then ran down to the end. It seemed that they would be running right into a light wood, but to the amazement of the crowd -- who let out oooh's and aaah's and clapped and gave light cheers -- it seemed that it was but an illusion, and the Fletcher boys could grip onto it as if it were a sheet. They revealed a mechanical contraption made of wood and cogs that had upon it moving targets that swayed this way and that as four Fletcher boys moved onto pumps and began to make them dance. It seemed that it was run by air, making the light targets bounce without as much rhyme or reason as, say, a target on a stick or a string. The targets were much like balloons, and would have to be hit and popped from a greater distance than even the long-distance had been. The crowd made their bets on who they thought would be able to make the shot, and the steward turned to Ganymede and bowed his head, quickly moving out of the way of the Archers. Ganymede was smiling as she leaned forward in her seat. "Archers! Ready! Aim! Fire!" |
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The Sparrow
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 184
Physical Description: Golden-haired, silver eyes and a peach complexion, with a dancer's body (athletic, willowy, trim, long-legged). Rough calloused palms, with light scars scattered over her skin, ranging from old silver to fresh pink. Has tattoos of large swan wings on her back that seem as if they could spring from her skin at any moment.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears whatever clothes are necessary to blend in with her environment. For her nocturnal activities she wears an enchanted cloak and mask, dark boots and clothing, an enchanted dirk, and a small leather sack. She has a pendant of a green stone with gold filigree and chain that she wears around her neck, tucked into her clothes and a silver ring on her right hand.
Player's online availability : Every now and again
Registered: Sept 16, 2016 15:29:33 GMT -8
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Post by The Sparrow on May 1, 2017 7:44:07 GMT -8
She hit the target pretty square on -- not bad. Still, she could do better. She supposed that's what she got for smirking. As people kept cat-calling for the King of Prospernalia beside her, she found a little smile ticking at the corner of her lips. She didn't say anything else to him, just drew her last and final arrow and waited for the big reveal.
When the contraption was shown, the Sparrow sort of... tilted her head to one side, long, blonde ponytail swaying against her naked, tattooed shoulder blades as she just looked at it. Hm. Well. That was interesting. Shrugging, she loosely notched the arrow to her string, and when all was clear and Ganymede gave the orders, she readied-- she aimed-- she fired.
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2017 8:05:39 GMT -8
She sighed.
"Well...so much for winning this." She said to herself, accepting her fate. Readying her final arrow, she drew the string and fired.
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2017 8:29:26 GMT -8
The contraption was distracting. Eilagwen frowned gently at it, trying to drown out the sounds of the crowd and their cheers. She shook her head slightly and decided to try and not let it get to her. She had only to hit one of those bouncing targets, and then she'd be done with the contest. She could do this.
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Centurion Analiese Hael
Committed
Roleplay posts: 50
Age: 31
Physical Description: She is slightly above average height for a woman, about 5'10" and weighing a bit more at a 190lbs. She has medium-length platinum blonde hair, and a rather feminine face. It is the stern look in her eye that gives her face its hard edge, accompanied by the numerous bruises and scars that are a result of years of military service. Her figure is relatively slender, compacted with muscle from years of training and a strict nutrition regime.
Clothes and Equipment: Ana wears the traditional armor of an Isran Centurion, complete with the red sash and the Isran sigil on her breast. The armor is fitting to what curves she does have, and, given that the Lady Naoki had a say in the armor, probably accentuates them. She wields her sword, a weapon of no particularly special properties beyond good craftsmanship and having been lovingly maintained by generations of Haels. Her legionnaire's shield completes the image of a stalwart Isran warrior.
Registered: Oct 25, 2016 13:19:28 GMT -8
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Post by Centurion Analiese Hael on May 1, 2017 8:58:16 GMT -8
Analiese felt fairly confident in her ability to hit a moving target, her bow already swaying thanks to her drunkenness. She nocked the last arrow to the string, followed the target for a few seconds and let loose.
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on May 1, 2017 9:08:25 GMT -8
Elizabeth was trying to interpret Ganymede's comment as anything other than what she thought it was, as she cheered on "her" King.
"Does he not seem the sort? Shame, I would not have minded an opportunity to tie him down. Perhaps you are right, he does seem to be quite the popular figure this year."
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Raoul Ferdinand
Dedicated
King of Prospernalia
Roleplay posts: 235
Physical Description: Tall and lean, with his dark, unkempt hair and dark blue eyes, Raul cuts a striking figure. He has strong, broad shoulders and long limbs, obviously accustomed to hard work.
Clothes and Equipment: He typically wears rough, sturdy clothing, stained with dust from the road, and several days' worth of stubble. Despite this, his equipment is immaculately maintained, the mark of a man that lives and dies by his tools. His primary weapon seems to be a large recurved bow, a composite of horn and wood so powerful that it requires extraordinary strength to string, or even pull. He also carries several harpoons, perhaps for hunting large game. His heavy, scaled armor is woven with protective wards.
Registered: Mar 28, 2017 21:15:23 GMT -8
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Post by Raoul Ferdinand on May 1, 2017 9:54:08 GMT -8
“Damn and blast.” Raoul was a fine shot. This was his livelihood, after all. But he couldn’t quite shake that smirking cunt in the next lane, wearing his flask like it wasn’t stolen. Fuck, don’t let it get under your skin, Raoul. Just take the last shot and try not to embarrass yourself.
He shook his head and lined up the next shot. Eyeing the moving target at the end of his lane. Far away and moving. Normally, exactly the sort of way he shot by choice, but right now…. Focus, damn it. He waited for the signal, then raised his bow and loosed the final arrow.
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Annabelle "Bella" Khorudan
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 183
Physical Description: Bella is average height for a dwarf, around four and a half feet tall, with the broad shoulders and powerful frame common to her race. Her long, dark hair is usually pulled back in thick braids. Most would consider her face somewhere between "cute" and "pretty," or a mix of both, with deep green eyes and freckles often accented by streaks of soot from her work in the forge.
Clothes and Equipment:
At work, which is most of the time, Bella wears sturdy, practical clothing, with heavy gloves and apron to protect her from sparks and other dangers of the forge. Even away from work, she usually has tools tucked away in the various pockets and pouches of her clothing.
Registered: Apr 12, 2017 16:25:27 GMT -8
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Post by Annabelle "Bella" Khorudan on May 1, 2017 10:17:27 GMT -8
Bella cheered again, clapping and shouting encouragements to all the competitors. As ever, she cheered especially loud for Kelly, jumping and waving her arms every time her name was called. Regardless of her score, the little dwarf was obviously proud of her friend and supported her down to the last shot. And she was possibly more than a little bit tipsy and not really paying attention to the numbers anyway.
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Kaine Aislinn
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 135
Age: 21
Physical Description: 6'2 Pale, Red hair, braided beard
Clothes and Equipment: Pouches filled with various alchemical substances, a magical rune necklace, bearded wood ax, long bow.
Dressed in traveling clothes meant for the cold.He carries wooden staff, its hilt made of intertwined wood, at almost all times.
Player's online availability : Often
Registered: Mar 7, 2017 21:32:29 GMT -8
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Post by Kaine Aislinn on May 1, 2017 17:00:08 GMT -8
This was a surprise, such an advanced contraption for a contest, Ganymede seemed to hold no expense when it came to the entertainment of her guests. Carefully aiming his shot whilst taking into account the moving nature of the target Kaine let loose his final arrow.7UGcYQ4|1-10 1-10
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
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Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on May 1, 2017 20:18:17 GMT -8
Another hit. It certainly would be nice to land something within the circle, Naoki muses. With a perhaps suspiciously broad smile, Naoki gestures once more for the Caddy to come forward, and swipes an arrow from the quiver. Putting it to the string, she takes the space of a few moments to eye the target. At this point, things have surpassed what would be practical, and have entered into the territory of incredible luck or skill. Disheartened with her performance so far, Naoki pulls her arrow back and shuts her eyes to feel the wind. Visualizing the movement of the target in her mind’s eye, she does her best to time the release of her arrow with the intention to at the very least, hit all three shots. dWN_6RbU1-10 1-10 |
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Ganymede Galaii
Dedicated
The Muse of Merry-Making
Roleplay posts: 219
Age: Any one she wants.
Physical Description: She takes a humanoid appearance, with long hair, nails, and eyes that changes colors depending on the mood she's in (usually found in some sort of periwinkle, lilac hue, tho). She usually takes a lush, hourglass-shaped feminine form.
Clothes and Equipment: Ganymede is always dressed in daring and bold fashion choices -- if she's in a good mood. If she's in a bad mood, she'll usually be clothed in dark and somber colors. She dresses according to the way she feels -- or according to the theme of her latest party.
Registered: Mar 15, 2017 13:43:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ganymede Galaii on May 2, 2017 7:01:37 GMT -8
As the arrows struck their mark, bursts of sparkles and flower petals came from the floating targets. Only The Sparrow's burst in gold and ivory, while @eilagwen and Empress Naoki's targets burst pale green, and all the others -- @banditkelly, Raoul Ferdinand, Kaine Aislinn, and Centurion Analiese Hael burst a vibrant blue. It was much to dazzle the crowd as it was the dazzle the participants as well. Once all the targets were gone, the Fletcher boys stomped pumping the contraption and ran forward to pick up small markers that had seemed to fallen with the flower petals. " Tie him down?" Ganymede asked as she clapped along with the rest of the crowd, her gaze on the archers to watch their reaction even as her voice spoke to Elizabeth Finch, the Queen of Prospernalia beside her. " Might I suggest silk? It holds like iron but feels, mm! So nice." The Minister of the Arts turned to look at Liz with a teasing little smile on her face. " And if you'd like me to help instruct you on how, I'd be more than willing, darling." A light-hearted joke. Or was it? The Steward came forward and Ganymede nodded almost as soon as he'd spoken. She'd been watching the games -- she knew who'd won with only short contest. Pushing up to stand in her almost-naked dress, she summoned the archers out into the field where everyone could see, the prizes held by Fletcher boys nearby. Turning to the group, her skin like satin beneath the sheer material, flowers and birds made of thread the only thing keeping her decent, she spoke-- " We have a true winner -- Kaine Aislinn!" She called and gestured for him to come forward. As soon as she did, that lovely, lovely nymph with her supple body and lover's eyes cupped her satin hands around the angle of his jaw, and she kissed him-- drank him in, let him taste the sweet heat of her mouth as the crowds cheered and laughed. He'd be able to feel it, a tingle left against his tongue, a sizzle on his lips of a powerful joy sweeping into his veins, a need for diversion and pleasure that remained even after Ganymede had stepped away. " Congratulations," she told him, and then stepped back and away so that he could get his accolades and money. Ganymede drifted over to @banditkelly while all of the attention was on Kaine, the crowds able to come through and mob him with hugs and kisses and back-claps and drinks and flowers. " You did well," the nymph said to Kelly, her head tipped a bit to the side, color-changing hair swaying over her shoulders. " You don't seem happy, however." Ganymede was the Muse of Merry-Making. Dammit, be happy! |
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