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 27, 2017 11:22:22 GMT -8
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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 28, 2017 11:54:47 GMT -8
Raoul considered the turkey legs, but the skewers seemed less likely to create a greasy mess, and he had better plans for his silver than paying for cleaning, or a new shirt. Like booze. Or... well, mostly booze. Some damned bird had made off with his good stuff, but cheap ale seemed to be flowing over across the way. Drinking on an empty stomach wasn't the best of plans, though, so first, a couple of these meat and vegetable skewers were on the menu.
"Actually, can I get the next one over? The one with more mushroom, thank you." He handed over his silver after retrieving the food. Raoul too a careful bite, then looked around, deciding if he should go straight to the Ale garden, or wander around a bit more first. It was still fairly early, after all.
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on Apr 28, 2017 17:03:16 GMT -8
The enchantress made her way over the grass toward the skewers, her body language relaxed, yet even here -- and perhaps especially because she was surrounded by all the peasantry of Isra -- the glossy sheen of her noble heritage couldn't be denied.
The woman waited quietly behind Raoul as he ordered his skewer, picking one out that he might enjoy more than the rest. Genevieve watched maidens with flowers, boys with swords, men with beer walking around the festival grounds. The light sound of music was in the air somewhere, but she'd yet to discover it.
Her hands were gently clasped in front of her, the sun kissing over the bare skin of her arms and the small bit of decolletage she dared to show. Her gown was a bold color, but put on Genevieve, it seemed a bit muted, as if the woman didn't want too much attention coming her way.
"Hey!"
Genevieve snapped from her reverie to look around and saw that the man was gesturing to her. Raoul had his skewer and had stepped side. "Oh! Oh, I am sorry," she said, her Gauldish accent evident. "A vegetable skewer, please. Any. Oui, merci." She paid, and then waited patiently to receive her food.
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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 28, 2017 22:46:21 GMT -8
Raoul stepped away, then looked back at the exclamation from the vendor. It wasn’t for him, though. At least he wasn’t walking away without his change, but it was always a good idea to look back and see. No, it seemed he was talking to the beautiful woman behind him. She had a few years on the younger girls he’d been admiring a moment ago, but in a good way. Aged like a good whiskey, he thought. Warm and mellow and smooth… and he was staring. That was probably the wrong way to handle this. There probably wasn’t a right way to play this. She was obviously from the quality, and he was just a wandering exterminator. Half a step above a mercenary, or half a step below, depending who you asked. He waited until she had her food, then gave a small bow to Lady Genevieve St. James , putting on what he hoped was a rakish half-smile to suit his (again, hopefully) dashing and rugged attire. “Happy… festival day, ma’am.” damn! Raoul knew he should have paid more attention to what this celebration was actually about. Was it some saint’s day? Or the new year already? |
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on Apr 29, 2017 7:52:38 GMT -8
She didn't notice Raoul staring, but her gaze did glance in his direction as he was, for now, the only other soul at the cart. When she did, she saw that he was looking in her direction, and she offered a soft, polite smile when their gazes met and looked away again.
She quietly cleared her throat as she waited for her skewer to be prepared, and picked at her dress for a moment -- and then the stall man was handing her the skewer of perfectly roasted vegetables, beautiful in their arrangement of color. She smiled, and she thanked him, reaching up for the skewer and the small plate that was used to hold it, a flash of her inner wrist revealing the old scar to Raoul for a bare few seconds.
The enchantress moved to step away, and then she caught Raoul speaking to her. It made her laugh gently, and as she was in the process of biting a pepper piece from the skewer, she finished eating. Stepping closer to him, she spoke. "Ah, I'm sorry," she said, apologizing for not answering him sooner. "It is Prospernalia," she told him, Gauldish accent evident on her voice -- as wealth, as was nobility. "The Isra people celebrate both spring and new year on this day. You are not from Isra, then?"
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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 29, 2017 8:35:08 GMT -8
...and she had noticed him miss the beat. Because of course she had. So much for being smooth, Raoul. Get it together. She’s actually talking to you. It doesn’t mean anything, she’s just being polite. Just don’t embarrass yourself. The brief moment of inner panic was quickly pushed away, though. Whatever other faults he had, Raoul wasn’t indecisive.
Only a brief flicker of doubt, easily missed, crossed his features, then Raoul laughed and nodded. “Well, no one is really from Isra, are they? Children, maybe. But no, I just got here in time for the festival. My first time in the Free Cities, too.” A fairly mild accent in his speech marks him as a foreigner as well.
“And you? I think I hear a touch of fine wine and excellent fashion in your voice, no?”
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on Apr 29, 2017 9:04:11 GMT -8
She watched him as she ate the grilled vegetables of her skewer, her face open and her expression one that seemed ready to smile. She guessed that he was younger than her, by a significant amount, although he did not seem to be some impetuous youth out to prove himself. Genevieve felt an attraction to his looks -- the careless way that he dressed himself, the flash of toned musculature at the V of his shirt and the tanned forearms -- and she was even attracted to the easy way he spoke and laughed, but she would never make a move.
Not that she'd ever make a move anyway, but he was young enough to be courting her sister (if Arianne weren't married), and Genevieve had no desire to feel even older than she felt already. Still, she could enjoy his company, for however long that lasted, and she laughed gently at his accurate guess, nodding her head as she finished chewing before speaking.
"Oui, I am originally from Gauldin, but I have been in Isra for many years." She picked at a piece of vegetable, and then said, "Actually, I am live in Aozora now, by technicality, but my shop is in Isra." Her head tipped to the side, golden hair swept up off her neck to signify she was no maiden, no flower crown on her head to signify that she was of her springtime years. Like a good friend had once told her, Genevieve was in her golden summer years. "Do you plan to enter into any of the contests?"
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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 29, 2017 9:21:33 GMT -8
“But of course! I plan to win all of the prizes. And when that fails horribly, I plan to be a gracious loser, congratulating the many victors that surpassed me with dignity and goodwill in the hopes that they will buy me a consolation drink or three.” Raoul grinned at winked to Lady Genevieve St. James as he spoke of losing. He genuinely expected to have a chance at one or two of the contests. He was a highly skilled archer and horseman, after all, literally living and dying by his skill in the saddle and making his living with the bow. But these things tended to attract both experts and a maddening level of amateur luck, so there could be no guarantees. “I would ask to carry your favor in the joust, ma’am, but I am sure some gallant youth from your home provinces already holds that honor. And besides, it would a dreadful shame to do that and lose afterwards.” |
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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 29, 2017 9:38:37 GMT -8
PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT:
The ARCHERY Contest is OPEN! Applications are accepted until 11am PST Sunday, April 30th.
The TUG o' WAR Contest is OPEN! Applications are accepted until 11am PST Sunday, April 30th.
The HORSE RACING contest will be opened sometime in the late morning/early afternoon on Sunday, April 30th.
And back to your regularly scheduled in-character roleplay. |
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on Apr 29, 2017 9:58:45 GMT -8
She was smiling and genuinely enjoying herself as she ate her skewer, crunching into the grilled and seasoned vegetables. What was it about fair food that just made it taste all the better? Her fingers were becoming slick with the juices and grease, but she didn't seem to care. It had been a very, very long time since she was able to "let loose."
Genevieve listened to Raoul talk, and knew that if she was ten years younger -- heck, maybe even only five -- she might have tried to bat her lashes. As it was, Genevieve still felt like she was ninety trapped in a thirty-something's body, making her feel almost detached from the youth that surrounded her. As if she didn't entirely belong. As if she were wearing the disguise of a woman in her prime, when truly she should be on her death bed.
"Well," Genevieve said after Raoul had first finished speaking, indulging herself in licking a finger before pulling a piece of mushroom from her skewer. "I think that a gracious loser is better than a braggart winner," Genevieve said, a careless smile on her face that she directed at Raoul, her Gauldish accent a soft lilt on her words.
She chewed on her mushroom as he suddenly asked for her favor, and her blue eyes went a little wide and a hand flew up to cover her mouth, because her cheek and lips were full of vegetable as he asked. She had to finish chewing before she could answer. "Me? Oh, non, non, there are so many other younger and beautiful girls," she said, and this time, she DID blush at the outrageous flirt. "And-- I have nothing to give as a favor." She gestured to her body, dressed in that deep orange gown. She supposed she could rip off a piece of the skirt...
No, what was she thinking? He hadn't even asked for one, he'd only said that he MIGHT ask for one, IF.
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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 29, 2017 10:22:27 GMT -8
Wait… was she blushing? Rejection, he had expected. A little teasing back might have been a mild surprise. But this? You could fake being shy and you could fake a little hard to get to invite a stronger pursuit. But you can’t really fake blushing, can you? Raoul didn’t really know what to do with that. She was obviously far above his social class, though, so the gentle rebuke and rejection was almost certainly genuine, in any case. “How kind of you to find a gentle excuse and spare my pride. Of course, the favor is already given out. Some dashing young man from a good family with a taste for the finer things, no doubt. How can a rogue like me hope to compete?” Just like when he spoke of losing at the games, nothing in his tone or body language would indicate that Raoul actually felt any real sorrow, but rather a cheerful resignation that he was facing long odds and had chosen to try anyway. “Even the lowliest of us can look up at the stars and dream.” Raoul smiled and offered Lady Genevieve St. James a deep bow. |
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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 29, 2017 10:49:46 GMT -8
Vote for the King and Queen of Prospernalia! Vote by "liking" the post made by those listed as either King or Queen of Prospernalia.
Ganymede's last post down at the bottom lists all who have entered for either King, or Queen, of the contest, along with a short blurb of at-a-glance information. Only characters or NPC accounts that would logically be in Isra (and thus would attend the festival) are allowed to vote. Only one vote for each candidate (i.e., you cannot vote for two queens, or two kings). Votes will be disqualified if they break any of these rules!
Voting ends at 12pm PST Sunday April 30th. |
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on Apr 29, 2017 11:14:20 GMT -8
Raoul made her laugh. Made her genuinely laugh, just as Bella had done. She lit up, her blue eyes sparkling, her smile wide and recklessly joyful as that musical sound slipped from her. She shook her head and looked away from the charming rogue, genuinely and honestly charmed by him, especially when he bowed.
"Oh, no-- Ha! Oh, no, no," she said, reaching out to touch his shoulder and get him to stand again. Her blue eyes were still full of laughter, even as she quieted. "No, it is... It is not that. There is no one else, I am not so sought after," she informed him. She reached up with a light sigh, curling a strand of her golden hair around the shell of her ear. "I think I am too old to be giving favors," she told him honestly. "Although you are very charming."
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Registered: Nov 16, 2024 15:17:25 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2017 11:49:45 GMT -8
Seren and Typhus came walking up to the skewer stand, where Seren was drawn there because of the pretty colors of the vegetables and the meats. She was an exact example of what Genevieve was talking about -- an obviously younger woman with flowers in her hair, and a more dreamy look to her than the mature, golden-haired enchantress was. She was also completely not paying attention to Raoul Ferdinand or Lady Genevieve St. James and was instead reading the sign above the stall. In particular, the prices. Her stomach grumbled lightly, and she slid a hand over the flatness of her tummy, then turned to Typhus. "I want to have one with meat and vegetables," she told him, and held out her hand for the coins that it would cost. |
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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 Apr 29, 2017 12:03:23 GMT -8
Typhus presses the two silver into Seren's palm and smiles at her as she gets her food. Much like Seren he doesn't pay much mind to Raoul and Genevieve other than to watch them wearily like he did with most people. When she asked for the coin Typhus felt a slight tightening in his chest, he really did have to explain how money worked to her soon, she was good with numbers and he says as he pokes through the bag. "Seren, just so you know we have seven silver left."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2017 12:48:13 GMT -8
She took the coins and was about to turn away to order, when Typhus caught her and told her how many coins they had left. She frowned a bit, not in displeasure, but in thought. She stepped back to him. "Seven left... for today?" She asked, trying to understand.
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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 Apr 29, 2017 12:53:09 GMT -8
"Seven in total." Typhus says showing her the coin purse so she can see the seven silver coins, there were also a few copper ones inside but they weren't relevant right now. "We have paid for our inn stay until the end of the festival and they will give us breakfast and dinner as part of the cost, but if we want other things we will need more coin. That means I'll have to find work which might mean I have to leave you alone for a few hours while I work." He didn't like that thought but she was getting better with the world and worst comes to worst he could probably get into a back alley fighting ring and win a pot of coin.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2017 13:10:48 GMT -8
Seven, total. Seren looked at the bag, and then up into his face. It was only the first day. And they'd spent so much on the games now. The glow that had been around her seemed to have faded as she understood the broader reasoning behind it. She looked down at the silver coins she had in her hand, and then she gave it back to him.
"I'm not hungry," she said, with finality.
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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 Apr 29, 2017 13:31:34 GMT -8
This was what he'd been afraid of and had he been thinking he'd not have demolished the turkey leg before getting to the skewer stand. Shaking his head he gives Seren a helpless look not sure what to say, but after a moment he sighs and say's the best thing he can think of. "Seren you need to eat, if you are worried about out coin..." He trails off frowns and shakes his head. "Then we will talk about how you can help with that later, for now." He buys the skewer she wanted and hands it to her. "Please eat."
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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 29, 2017 17:02:05 GMT -8
“No one else? I can’t believe that. You mean I got here first? Truly, fortune smiles on me this day…” Raoul stepped slightly closer, a playful smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Obviously, Lady Genevieve St. James was playing a little game of words, here. Inviting a little more flirting and flattery, perhaps. Or maybe the humility and all was simply a cultural thing. In any case, Raoul was fairly sure that was an invitation. And whether it was or it wasn’t, he certainly would never have a better opportunity. “I would consider it a great honor to carry any favor or taken you have. Even if it was nothing more than the stick that once held your vegetables tucked into my boot.” |
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