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 8, 2017 12:47:48 GMT -8
“A few prizes to collect. The flower crowns and wooden swords and sweets, they give those out as soon as the contest is settled.” Raoul laughed and tapped the decidedly non-flowery crown resting on Elizabeth Finch ’s head. “And I already claimed my dance with the Queen of Prospernalia. But maybe if I play my cards right, I could have another some time. I have it on good authority that she could make these griffin hunts worth my while, yes?” |
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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 8, 2017 15:11:09 GMT -8
"Oh indeed she could, if she is suitably impressed." she continued to tease, playing along with the game and finding it strangely easier to talk about herself in the third person rather than in the first. She chucked an apple with some accuracy at Raoul's head in an effort to knock the crown off of his head as he went to poke her's.
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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 8, 2017 18:29:55 GMT -8
“If-” Raoul cut himself off when the apple flew towards his head. Given the close range, and the fact that his hands were hardly in a defensive position, there was no plausible way to avoid being hit by the apple other than moving out of the way. The sudden movement of his head obviously tipped the crown off anyway. Fortunately, his right arm was stretched across the back of Elizabeth Finch ’s chair, and therefore in a good position to reach back and catch it before it hit the ground. Of course, he didn’t take the time to through all that in the little time he was given. He moved on instinct, with a sudden quickness completely at odds with the relaxed, easygoing manner he’d had on display so far in the evening. “If she is suitably impressed?” Raoul laughed and placed the crown back on the top of his head, again cocked at the jaunty angle, then took another sip from his wine. “Tell me, does she throw apples at the heads of all applicants? Or only the mediocre dancers?” |
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
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 9, 2017 0:08:33 GMT -8
Tearing another piece off her roll, Lady Naoki chews as she listens to Annabelle "Bella" Khorudan , both ears angled forward to give the dwarf her full attention. Afterward, she nods thoughtfully, as one does after hearing such a story. Turning to glance in the direction Bella indicates and sees Genevieve and Ryden dancing. The sight prompts a slightly raised eyebrow and a half-smirk from Naoki; it isn’t a sight she thought she would ever see. When Naoki had first met Ryden, he had struck her as a hard sort of man. (Not speaking with any euphemism in that instance.) It seemed to her as if he had come from somewhere far away, following some terrible event that forced him to leave his previous home. Those sorts of people, Naoki has found, when not shattered, are often rigid, and such seemed to be the case with him. Either that or he was simply that sort of individual, Naoki cannot say. But it had seemed to her as if Ryden would not go out of his way to share any compassion he may or may not have with others, so it is mildly surprising to her to find him attending the feast and dancing with Genevieve. It seems out of character for him, but Naoki thinks such activities to be quite healthy. She doubts she would be able to function as The High Lady without the support provided by Kate, and though Naoki does not share a close personal relationship with Ryden, and though dancing with a woman once isn't particularly significant, she’s pleased that he seems to be lightening up, at least. Similarly, though she has yet to speak personally with her since the event, Naoki is acutely aware that Genevieve's child, Odette, has passed away, leaving her not only a widow but now a childless widow. Though Naoki does have Skarlet , she cannot begin to guess at how deeply that loss must have affected Genevieve and has a great deal of unexpressed sympathy. Yet, there she is over there, dancing with Ryden. Though she is aware it is highly presumptuous to do so, Naoki assumes that they are both enjoying themselves at least to some extent, and is happy for the pair of them. It's good that they’ve been able to find some solace in each other or something like that. In any case, Naoki discontinues considering such matters as a far more attractive subject approaches, @fairuz . Once again exercising her Right to Ogle, Naoki looks up to calmly meet the Emira’s eyes before looking down to appreciate the craftsmanship of her gown, ostensibly. Though Naoki is only subtle up to an extent. For the space of a few moments as Fairuz seats herself, Naoki speculates, among other far less decent things, about what passes for formal dress in Sakand, if Faruiz might be perhaps a bit chilly in this night air, and how Ryden behaved during his talks with her. “It certainly is,” Naoki responds, offering her greeting in the form of a courteous nod. “More so,” she continues, “now that it seems I have the unexpected pleasure of meeting you personally.” |
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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 9, 2017 3:17:51 GMT -8
“If-” Raoul cut himself off when the apple flew towards his head. Given the close range, and the fact that his hands were hardly in a defensive position, there was no plausible way to avoid being hit by the apple other than moving out of the way. The sudden movement of his head obviously tipped the crown off anyway. Fortunately, his right arm was stretched across the back of Elizabeth Finch ’s chair, and therefore in a good position to reach back and catch it before it hit the ground. Of course, he didn’t take the time to through all that in the little time he was given. He moved on instinct, with a sudden quickness completely at odds with the relaxed, easygoing manner he’d had on display so far in the evening. “If she is suitably impressed?” Raoul laughed and placed the crown back on the top of his head, again cocked at the jaunty angle, then took another sip from his wine. “Tell me, does she throw apples at the heads of all applicants? Or only the mediocre dancers?” "She throws apples at whoever she damn well pleases, and those that object can submit a protest in writing to her griffin," she said, sporting the kind of fierce grin that embodied the Dawn Riders. "Would you like to submit a protest, King Raoul?" |
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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 9, 2017 10:07:45 GMT -8
Raoul laughed and shook his head to that. “I suppose that is one way to test out the claim that I am a professional hunter of such beasts. I would remind her first that I have never attempted to bring one back alive before. It might be better to begin with a wild one, no?” He placed his glass on the table crossed one leg over the other, looking over at Elizabeth Finch . “The loss would be smaller if it turns out that I only can kill them.” |
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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 9, 2017 19:15:26 GMT -8
Bella looked up at the beautiful woman as she approached. The deep crimson dress left little to the imagination, showing the supple curves in a way that would have been lewd if it wasn’t also somehow strikingly elegant. Her crown was not of the Queen of Prospernalia, and she wasn’t in the least intimidated or nervous to approach Empress Naoki , even sitting uninvited. Obviously, @fairuz was a visiting royal. But she had set the tone as friendly and informal on her approach, and Naoki had responded in kind. So there was little reason to think she shouldn’t carry on the same way. The dwarf offered a little wave across to the Emira. “Hello. I’m Annabelle Khorudan. But you can call me Bella.” She thought about adding an honorific, but She didn’t know which would be correct, and it probably would have been jarringly formal. |
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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 10, 2017 1:42:11 GMT -8
Raoul laughed and shook his head to that. “I suppose that is one way to test out the claim that I am a professional hunter of such beasts. I would remind her first that I have never attempted to bring one back alive before. It might be better to begin with a wild one, no?” He placed his glass on the table crossed one leg over the other, looking over at Elizabeth Finch . “The loss would be smaller if it turns out that I only can kill them.” She pursed her lips and looked at him very contemplatively. "Mm, quite so. The Queen would simply have to have your head should any harm befall her beloved Griffin." Humorously said, but an all too real note of truth was in there. |
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Ryden Greyiron
Dedicated
Chancellor of Isra
Roleplay posts: 226
Age: 42
Physical Description: Taller than most at 6'4, with relatively short, steel-grey hair, and a well-groomed, dignified moustache and beard, Ryden Greyiron would have been considered handsome, once upon a time, and still might be by some, but stress and worry has gotten to him over the years, and more than anything, he looks weary. With well-defined, prominent cheekbones, a strong-set jaw, and a proud nose, he looks every part the stately nobleman he professes to be. His dark blue eyes are filled with a solemn and calculative consideration of everything around him. He has the lean and muscular body of a great swordsman not long out of their prime, and his movements show it - they are graceful, yet dignified, confident and determined.
Clothes and Equipment: Ryden is generally only seen in his engraved armor. His armour is an assembly of intricately engraved detail and runic symbols in equal measures. With his long and flowing grey cloak, he creates a distinctive impression of gravitas in all situations. His preferred weapon, a hand-and-a-half sword, is rather unusual. The hilt is worn and weathered with battle, and seems to be ancient, and yet the blade gleams and shimmers in the slightest of light as though it emerged from the flames of a forge only yesterday. The blade's edge is razor sharp, and appears to have never needed sharpening. His armour and sword both possess a degree of enchantment, but the extent of which is unknown, even to him.
Registered: Apr 30, 2016 16:46:48 GMT -8
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Post by Ryden Greyiron on May 10, 2017 6:11:30 GMT -8
Ryden smiled a strange sort of smile, all at once pleased and intrigued and confused and satisfied, as he looked out over Lady Genevieve St. James 's head and into the darkness that clamoured beyond the copse of trees as he thought about his answer. As he considered, he realised he had done so before. It was an interesting question.
Why?"Oh, but Genevieve - there are a thousand and one things I could say, and they are all true - and, yes, I could get that from more than one woman. I could say that she was stunningly gorgeous; she was extremely skilled; she was elegant and eloquent, as reserved and upper-class as a lady should be; she was wickedly smart, and humorous to boot, and I could find more women than you who fit those criterion - however, you do so and in a far superior way. But that is not why I dance with you now, or at least, not entirely - there is more to this story." "To be entirely truthful, I do not know. Your age is not far from mine - indeed, if anyone was middle-aged, it would be me, and I do not profess to know why you are with someone well beyond your age, as I am - and you are no recluse. After all, are you not here with me?" "That well and said, though, I see within you a melancholy that I understand, that I empathise with, and that is a rare and wondrous thing - but that too is not all, nor should it be. There is something about your personality, the very way that you are that I feel drawn to in a way that is so natural and yet defies definition or explanation; as a moth is to a candle, so too I am to you, and I have danced around for too long, wanting to get closer but waiting, for the fear of being burnt. I instead wonder why you are letting this dusty, ancient moth hover around your flame, when doubtless, you would rather have butterflies." He smiled again, with a light sort of chuckle at his accidental and overt, albeit entirely warranted, poetic outburst. The way he said it, though - it was so clear, so obvious. He said it as if it were self-evident and unquestionable - and for him, in a way, it was, for he did not understand why he was doing what he was doing, only that it felt right. |
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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 May 10, 2017 7:30:16 GMT -8
They continued to sway and move together on that dance floor, finding a perfect step, a perfect rhythm that tied her body to his. Vaguely, Genevieve could hear the sounds of conversation and laughter, the drifting melody that they stepped to, but it all seemed very far away and she was so very focused on the man just inches away from her, looking down at her with those deep, dark blue eyes, speaking with a quiet and elegant timbre on his voice (that alone might have caused a little shiver down her naked spine) that made her feel as if she were the only important person worth his time in this moment. Too late, she felt as if she had opened a proverbial can of worms by asking him why. Why? Why had she even asked that? It hadn't been appropriate, really. She should have just been thankful for the opportunity he gave her and gracefully appreciated what time he chose to spend and not think about who else or why else or what else there could be in-- in-- in whatever this was growing between them. She wasn't looking for anything more. She didn't actually deserve anything more. She'd had her chance at love, and she'd ruined that. She'd had many chances, at many opportunities, that others simply didn't get and she'd wrecked every last one. The Universe would be entirely unfair to keep sending blessings her direction, and she'd be entirely selfish to keep taking them. Yet, here was another opportunity presented to her, as the tall and distinguished and... genuinely compassionate Chancellor of Isra pinned her with his direct gaze and spoke to her like a poet and scholar combined. He spoke to her and described her and detailed his pull to her, not just like a master scholar might describe a masterpiece with a deep respect for the trade, but as if he was also drawn in by the romance and appeal of the masterpiece. An answer that involved both heart AND head, a lethal combination to the chains Genevieve had put upon herself. She shouldn't have asked. She absolutely did not deserve this opportunity, or this man. That knowledge, above all else, rang astoundingly true in her mind -- a clear toll. She took a breath, her heart pumping fast beneath her breath, and knew that she would have to end this before it went any further. She could endure his disappointment now, but later on down the road, when she'd given more of herself to him and he to her and she inevitably ruined or destroyed or... killed him... well. She just wasn't that strong. " Ryden Greyiron," she said quietly, and her hand lifted from his shoulder to slide her fingertips gently through the silvered hair at his temple, curling it gently around his ear in an intimate touch. Her face was tilted up to his, given how tall he was, her light blue eyes trailing over his face, her lashes long and casting gentle shadows over her elegant cheekbones. The low, glittering lights above them helped to dance over her features, calling attention to the curve of her mouth, the line of her feminine jaw, that teasing beauty mark high on her cheek beneath the gaze that was now both equal parts warm and sad. "You are not a moth, nor dusty, nor too old for any opportunity. You are a good man, straight through to your soul," she spoke, her accent a touch heavier on her words as she felt emotions clawing up her throat. "I am so grateful for the time we have spent together, but we cannot be more than tonight. Please, do not want me. I-- There is too much you do not know and too much that I..." Her words trailed off and she tilted her head down, closing her eyes for a moment. She laughed gently, a humorous sound, and then looked back up at him. "I think I have ruined the romance of this evening," she joked lightly, trying to pull things back to where it was easy and comfortable. She wasn't ready for things to become heavier, although, in truth, she never would be. She'd never allow herself to be. The only way she'd ever reveal the total darkness that she dealt with -- that woke her up in the early hours of the morning and found herself lying awake, staring at the ceiling, wondering if it was worth it to leave her bed or not -- is if she was pulled and yanked, kicking and screaming, to come face to face with it. She was a wicked and damned creature, as someone had once said to her, urging her to take his sword and end her life. She deserved purgatory and hell, and nothing less, given what she had done to her husband and her daughter. She didn't deserve happiness, as someone had once reminded her. She didn't deserve to feel happiness or joy, and no amount of pretty dresses and romantic dances and good men would ever, ever change that. She shouldn't have come tonight. She shouldn't have asked Ryden why. It was only a few seconds between her humorless laugh and an attempt at a joke before the expression on her face changed to one of guilt and melancholy and she stopped dancing, throwing the easy rhythm between herself and Ryden completely off. "I am so sorry, Ryden," she rushed out, her voice soft and breathless. She felt the panic rising in her chest at what she had done, and pulled herself out of his embrace. She glanced around her, embarrassed if anyone was looking their direction. She didn't want to cause a scene, and her eyes snapped back to Ryden's face. "Please, don't," she said to him simply, and turned to leave him on the dance floor, and, indeed, leave him at the Feast, a vision of smooth skin and silver rushing away. |
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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 10, 2017 9:37:37 GMT -8
Raoul leaned back and tapped his chin thoughtfully. He cast an appraising look over Elizabeth Finch for a long moment before responding. “It seems to me… that offering to kill a man for failing to avoid her previous attempt to kill him with sufficient care for her weapons might not actually lend the threat more teeth.” He took another sips from his wine, looking at the mostly-empty glass afterwards. Things had certainly taken an odd turn in the last few minutes. Looking back, he could see where it had happened, but the specific cause eluded him. Maybe there wasn’t one. |
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Ryden Greyiron
Dedicated
Chancellor of Isra
Roleplay posts: 226
Age: 42
Physical Description: Taller than most at 6'4, with relatively short, steel-grey hair, and a well-groomed, dignified moustache and beard, Ryden Greyiron would have been considered handsome, once upon a time, and still might be by some, but stress and worry has gotten to him over the years, and more than anything, he looks weary. With well-defined, prominent cheekbones, a strong-set jaw, and a proud nose, he looks every part the stately nobleman he professes to be. His dark blue eyes are filled with a solemn and calculative consideration of everything around him. He has the lean and muscular body of a great swordsman not long out of their prime, and his movements show it - they are graceful, yet dignified, confident and determined.
Clothes and Equipment: Ryden is generally only seen in his engraved armor. His armour is an assembly of intricately engraved detail and runic symbols in equal measures. With his long and flowing grey cloak, he creates a distinctive impression of gravitas in all situations. His preferred weapon, a hand-and-a-half sword, is rather unusual. The hilt is worn and weathered with battle, and seems to be ancient, and yet the blade gleams and shimmers in the slightest of light as though it emerged from the flames of a forge only yesterday. The blade's edge is razor sharp, and appears to have never needed sharpening. His armour and sword both possess a degree of enchantment, but the extent of which is unknown, even to him.
Registered: Apr 30, 2016 16:46:48 GMT -8
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Post by Ryden Greyiron on May 10, 2017 19:02:25 GMT -8
Ryden get the emotions coursing through her, simmering away like blood boiling beneath her skin. So many thoughts of such callous self-deprecation, whirling and bubbling away. It hurt him so to feel these things she felt. Oh! it hurt him so. She was so kind with her words, to begin with, but then it moved away... into anger, and hurt, and cynicism. She... did not want him? She... ... did not want him to want her? She was right - he did not understand, and he so desperately wished he did. This woman, she excited and intrigued him, and her anguish was something he felt the need to allieve. It reminded him of how he felt, so long ago. It reminded him of the senseless trail of hurt and self-destruction - not to mention the destruction wreaked upon those around him. His wounds were old, and scarred, but they were hard, and strong. The rends in her soul were still fresh, and open, and weeping - and... he felt the need to help it.
And as she ran, his resolve hardened. He would help her, damn it - whatever it took him.
So, with a fixity of purpose solid in his mind, he moved to follow her, offering only a cursory salute to the high table before emerging into the dark and uncertain depths of the night, following the incoherent anguish radiating from Genevieve.
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Registered: Nov 16, 2024 16:23:50 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 10, 2017 20:37:42 GMT -8
"Annabelle," Fairuz said, the word almost like a caress on the foreign woman's mouth. She smiled. "I like the name," Fairuz said from where she sat, forcing both of the women to acknowledge her presence. Then again, with a gown like Fairuz was wearing, it might be hard NOT to notice her. "And the dress."
It was perhaps not a good idea for all three of the women to be there together. They were already drawing looks from men and women alike, all three of them enchanting in their own way.
And then, those jade green eyes moved on to look at Naoki. "High Lady Naoki. Yes, we finally meet. Thank you for the invitation to the Prospernalia. I was beginning to wonder when I might visit Isra," the Emira said, her desert accent making her words dip and sway like a song.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
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 10, 2017 21:53:11 GMT -8
Leaning on one elbow on the arm of her seat, Lady Naoki nods once, twice in acknowledgment before responding, “Thank you for coming all this way. Emira Fairuz. I look forward to speaking with you at greater lengths in the coming days.”
Without too much more to offer or a particular agenda to further at the moment, Naoki leaves it there and takes a sip of her wine, seemingly at ease and open to whatever topic or line of questioning may come up.
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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.
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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 10, 2017 22:11:20 GMT -8
“Fairuz?” Bella sounded out the unfamiliar name, a hint of an accent coming through that was almost entirely absent in her Common. She leaned forward to address the Emira. “Pardon me if it is too forward, but can I ask what it means? Or is it just a string of sounds that go together in a pretty way? You never can tell with names.”
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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 11, 2017 3:04:16 GMT -8
Raoul leaned back and tapped his chin thoughtfully. He cast an appraising look over Elizabeth Finch for a long moment before responding. “It seems to me… that offering to kill a man for failing to avoid her previous attempt to kill him with sufficient care for her weapons might not actually lend the threat more teeth.” He took another sips from his wine, looking at the mostly-empty glass afterwards. Things had certainly taken an odd turn in the last few minutes. Looking back, he could see where it had happened, but the specific cause eluded him. Maybe there wasn’t one. she thought to herself, softening her gaze to match the smile on her face. "Sorry, I'm not very good at this I guess," she said, wryly. A long sigh escaped her before she sat back in the chair. "I am enjoying my time with you though." |
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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 11, 2017 8:40:55 GMT -8
“Not very good at which? The fancy dinner, or the job interview?” Raoul arched a brow curiously, trying to make sense of Elizabeth Finch . It seemed to him that she might not not actually be ready for retirement, and the looming thread of not having fights and battles in front of her put her on edge somewhat, spoiling for a fight. But there was no real way to know, and he decided that prying at it might not be the best idea at the moment. “If it helps, I can’t claim any particular skill there, either.” |
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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 12, 2017 5:37:11 GMT -8
"Yeah....let's say it's the fancy dinner I'm not good with, and leave it at that." she said, laughing softly at herself. The food at the fancy dinners was certainly excellent, and she set her fork down, a sigh of content following the motion.
"I think you have quite a lot of skill, but in the manner of a hidden talent. You apply that talent without even realizing it."
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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 12, 2017 7:41:16 GMT -8
Raoul looked at Elizabeth Finch curiously, considering her answer. He supposed there was some truth to it, at least. He hadn’t exactly made a complete ass of himself tonight. Their dancing hadn’t gotten them laughed out of the feast. If he had eaten with the wrong fork, no one mentioned it. He did seem to be getting through the event well enough, despite his inexperience. If he wasn’t a shining example, at least he wasn’t an abject failure. “Maybe there is something to that, now that you mention it.” He chuckled and shook his head. “I haven’t gotten us kicked out so far, yes?” |
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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 12, 2017 8:34:06 GMT -8
"And I have yet to get us kicked out either. Perhaps we should leave before they do?" She asked, trying to sound casual in the question. She knew they had both eaten with the wrong fork, in fact she had done it deliberately just to see if he would do it too, and he had. The difference between the two forks was so small as to be negligible, so why it really mattered was beyond her.
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