Annabelle "Bella" Khorudan
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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 3, 2017 18:24:34 GMT -8
Bella watched Ganymede Galaii walk away for a moment, wondering if perhaps she had said or done something to make her feel unwelcome. But she had seem the muse here and there at the festival, and flitting about like that didn’t seem entirely out of character for her. “Oh… I didn’t mean to interrupt.” When Empress Naoki indicated the newly-vacated chair, though, most of her doubts were allayed. The dwarf hopped up onto it, once again, her legs not quite reaching the ground. Bella had lived among the humans long enough now to be used to that, at least. Many of their chairs had convenient crossbars on the legs, even, so it wasn’t so much different from a human sitting on a human-scale barstool, really. “Thank you. You are very kind.” She picked up one of the rolls and pulled it apart with her fingers, trying to avoid staring at Naoki too much. Not exactly overwhelmed by the enchantment of the High Lady’s dress, she wasn’t exactly immune, either. While her own was woven of flirtation and a hint of seduction, Naoki’s was apparently a charm of lust. Or at least, sensuality enough to threaten the border. Bella looked down, a lock of thick, dark hair falling into her face again. “You probably go to these things every other night, though. All glamour and charm and rich people trying to impress each other.” She gestured around to the various dignitaries and upper-classes surrounding them as she spoke. |
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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 4, 2017 4:22:00 GMT -8
“Ah! So it is a business proposition, then.” Raoul chuckled and stepped into wide, sweeping turn, minding that he didn’t interfere with the other dancers as he lead Elizabeth Finch out of the middle of the dance floor and more to the side. He glanced over and watched the space fill as the others gradually spread out, wondering briefly why it seemed to always that way without any direction or coordination. He looked down into Liz’s eyes for long moment, trying not to be completely distracted by the vivid, deep green hue. “If you have such a mage in mind, and if you know a way to transport the beasts back, I think I could do this. It will be harder, of course. But I don’t mind a challenge. This is a thing we have in common, I think, no?” "It is indeed something we have in common. I have several such mages in mind." Keep up the charm and that won't be the only proposition you get tonight , she added silently. Raoul was growing on her, slowly but surely, as they danced through the festival, surprisingly getting a moment alone on a crowded dance floor. "If you'd like, after the festival, I can show you my ranch. It isn't far outside the city..." |
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Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181 
Age: 29
Physical Description: Black hair matches a pair of green eyes and well-tanned skin. His hands bear numerous scars from rope burns and large splinters, as do his legs. He is well-muscled, looking more like a dock-worker than a daimyo, but he emphasizes the ability to do personally what he commands others to do. It is not uncommon that he smells of the sea, in fact he tends to bathe in it, using the power of the sea to cleanse his body.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears traditional samurai armor, which has been carefully constructed and enchanted to prevent damage by corrosion or rust in the salty environment he is often found in. His katana has received the same treatment, the handle wrapped in the skin of a monstrous shark, the blade forged from the toughest steel.
Registered: Jun 27, 2016 9:39:02 GMT -8
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Post by Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku on May 4, 2017 4:50:09 GMT -8
The Daimyo made an arrival not long after the Emira, knowing that his rather unassuming arrival meant no place at the High table, he took to sitting with the people, much as he did at similar events in his own Province. The system didn't reflect it but he knew the truth, that it was these people who formed the core part of a nation, and without their support the whole thing fell apart. He had been the first to open recruitment of the Wave Warriors to all classes, and expand the schools to the same. His own Samurai were recruited from the Wave Warriors, regardless of their former status.
And so he sat with the Isran people, learning of their culture firsthand, his own Guard doing the same. They were such a fascinating people, and he learned much from them, more even then he had from the Minister.
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2017 6:54:45 GMT -8
She stepped into the festival and saw that Empress Naoki had not noticed her presence, her focus too caught upon Annabelle "Bella" Khorudan. Strolling along, the exotic ruler of the far-off land moved toward a table and plucked up some pieces of food, eating them as she moved. The scarlet, Sakandi silk of her gown moved and waved, intricately laid with gold to display her stomach and thighs and circle her breasts. When she looked upon the crowds of people, they were all so bland. Raoul Ferdinand looked as much as Knight-Captain Calgary did. What was the difference between Elizabeth Finch or The Sparrow or @totallynotadragon? Or, for that matter, Lady Genevieve St. James? They were blonde and feminine, and cut from the same cloth. Yet when her cunning jade eyes landed upon the golden-haired seamstress, they also landed on Ryden Greyiron. Oh... she remembered the Chancellor. Now was not the time to re-make her acquaintance, however. Her gaze continued to wander, a Sakandi cat prowling the edges of the room, perhaps for a mouse to play with. Kelmaer Iridien definitely seemed strange, but Ganymede Galaii in his arms seemed only a redheaded version of all the others. Fairuz took up a cup of wine, and then... found Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku. He did not look like all the rest. There was something as equally exotic about him as there was about Fairuz. Yet, he was not sitting at the high tables but with the people. Her curiosity piqued, wine in hand, she made her way over to him. Something about the way she walked over -- perhaps the skin and gold and scarlet on display -- made some of the civilians near him glance her way and stare for a moment. When it was obvious who she was coming for, one of the men quietly cleared his throat and moved from the Daimyo's side... ... so that Fairuz could sink down to sit just beside him. |
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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 4, 2017 7:41:32 GMT -8
@totallynotadragon seemed pre-occupied with something, so the Sparrow decided to take a turn about the Feast, intending to come back to the dragon girl once she was finished. Dressed in her innocent, mint-green gown, looking all the world like some pretty young maiden swept up in the Prospernalia, she walked around the edges while couples like Raoul Ferdinand and Elizabeth Finch, Kelmaer Iridien and Ganymede Galaii, and Ryden Greyiron and Lady Genevieve St. James danced in the center. She wasn't so bold that she'd aim for the high table, where Empress Naoki sat with Annabelle "Bella" Khorudan.... but for the lower tables, while people were distracted watching the others she'd... well. Relieve some of the upper-class of the extra weight of their purses, her movements sly and subtle and mastered. She had a small, enchanted pouch waiting, something that had been tucked into her bodice (and had actually helped to lift and push her breasts together, ironically) and it seemed as if what she carried easily disappeared inside it, without the pouch getting any larger. |
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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 4, 2017 8:11:06 GMT -8
The idea of getting out of the city for a bit had a certain appeal. And Elizabeth Finch had a certain appeal as well. Raoul gently guided the dance away from the crowd as he answered. “I would like that, yes. The festival only has a few more hours left, I think.” Rather than the dramatic end of the previous dance, Raoul let this one simply trail off, drifting more and more away from the dancers. He left his hand on the small of Liz’s back, holding her against him as they strolled a short distance away from the magic lights and into the empty fairgrounds. “How long do these things last in Isra? Do they dance away until dawn, or do they keep to shorter hours?” |
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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 4, 2017 8:31:33 GMT -8
The idea of getting out of the city for a bit had a certain appeal. And Elizabeth Finch had a certain appeal as well. Raoul gently guided the dance away from the crowd as he answered. “I would like that, yes. The festival only has a few more hours left, I think.” Rather than the dramatic end of the previous dance, Raoul let this one simply trail off, drifting more and more away from the dancers. He left his hand on the small of Liz’s back, holding her against him as they strolled a short distance away from the magic lights and into the empty fairgrounds. “How long do these things last in Isra? Do they dance away until dawn, or do they keep to shorter hours?” She was grateful for the break in dancing, lovely though it was. Liz was, quite simply, hungry, and led the way back to their seats so they could eat. "I am not sure, this festival is the first of its kind, and I am not much one for social appearances. I believe as King and Queen we can do whatever we damn well please. But I should like to eat and drink for a bit before returning home." |
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2017 8:36:08 GMT -8
Bella watched Ganymede Galaii walk away for a moment, wondering if perhaps she had said or done something to make her feel unwelcome. But she had seem the muse here and there at the festival, and flitting about like that didn’t seem entirely out of character for her. “Oh… I didn’t mean to interrupt.” When Empress Naoki indicated the newly-vacated chair, though, most of her doubts were allayed. The dwarf hopped up onto it, once again, her legs not quite reaching the ground. Bella had lived among the humans long enough now to be used to that, at least. Many of their chairs had convenient crossbars on the legs, even, so it wasn’t so much different from a human sitting on a human-scale barstool, really. “Thank you. You are very kind.” She picked up one of the rolls and pulled it apart with her fingers, trying to avoid staring at Naoki too much. Not exactly overwhelmed by the enchantment of the High Lady’s dress, she wasn’t exactly immune, either. While her own was woven of flirtation and a hint of seduction, Naoki’s was apparently a charm of lust. Or at least, sensuality enough to threaten the border. Bella looked down, a lock of thick, dark hair falling into her face again. “You probably go to these things every other night, though. All glamour and charm and rich people trying to impress each other.” She gestured around to the various dignitaries and upper-classes surrounding them as she spoke. Kelly's smile slowly faded and gave way to a serious look as Naoki began to speak with Bella. Due to the noise it was difficult to hear but Kelly couldn't help but imagine it wasn't good for her. After all, how could she compete with the leader of Isra? No, Bella wouldn't do that....I think. She contemplated. She took a drink of her wine as she forced the thought of losing Bella out of her mind. |
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Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 29
Physical Description: Black hair matches a pair of green eyes and well-tanned skin. His hands bear numerous scars from rope burns and large splinters, as do his legs. He is well-muscled, looking more like a dock-worker than a daimyo, but he emphasizes the ability to do personally what he commands others to do. It is not uncommon that he smells of the sea, in fact he tends to bathe in it, using the power of the sea to cleanse his body.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears traditional samurai armor, which has been carefully constructed and enchanted to prevent damage by corrosion or rust in the salty environment he is often found in. His katana has received the same treatment, the handle wrapped in the skin of a monstrous shark, the blade forged from the toughest steel.
Registered: Jun 27, 2016 9:39:02 GMT -8
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Post by Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku on May 4, 2017 8:57:56 GMT -8
She stepped into the festival and saw that Empress Naoki had not noticed her presence, her focus too caught upon Annabelle "Bella" Khorudan. Strolling along, the exotic ruler of the far-off land moved toward a table and plucked up some pieces of food, eating them as she moved. The scarlet, Sakandi silk of her gown moved and waved, intricately laid with gold to display her stomach and thighs and circle her breasts. When she looked upon the crowds of people, they were all so bland. Raoul Ferdinand looked as much as Knight-Captain Calgary did. What was the difference between Elizabeth Finch or The Sparrow or @totallynotadragon? Or, for that matter, Lady Genevieve St. James? They were blonde and feminine, and cut from the same cloth. Yet when her cunning jade eyes landed upon the golden-haired seamstress, they also landed on Ryden Greyiron. Oh... she remembered the Chancellor. Now was not the time to re-make her acquaintance, however. Her gaze continued to wander, a Sakandi cat prowling the edges of the room, perhaps for a mouse to play with. Kelmaer Iridien definitely seemed strange, but Ganymede Galaii in his arms seemed only a redheaded version of all the others. Fairuz took up a cup of wine, and then... found Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku. He did not look like all the rest. There was something as equally exotic about him as there was about Fairuz. Yet, he was not sitting at the high tables but with the people. Her curiosity piqued, wine in hand, she made her way over to him. Something about the way she walked over -- perhaps the skin and gold and scarlet on display -- made some of the civilians near him glance her way and stare for a moment. When it was obvious who she was coming for, one of the men quietly cleared his throat and moved from the Daimyo's side... ... so that Fairuz could sink down to sit just beside him. The Daimyo's Guard noted her presence before he did, keeping an eye on the foreign woman but saying no more. As soon as the man moved and she sat down he noticed her, and it was with a broad smile that he greeted her. He could tell from her poise and attire that she belonged at the upper table, and her reason for sitting down here was most clearly him. "Hello there, I do not believe we have met. I am Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku, Ruler of the Province of Quying." He made no other motions, not knowing the correct greeting for a culture he was unfamiliar with. |
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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 4, 2017 9:02:41 GMT -8
He nodded as Elizabeth Finch lead them back around to where they had began, again holding her chair for her as she took her seat. “Of course. It would be a great waste of all this food and drink to leave it all on the tables.” Settling into his own seat, he gestured to the server and pointed to their cups rather than trying to shout over the noise of the feast. “This is not exactly the kind of party I am used to, myself. Shepherds and farmers usually don’t put on grand balls. And I am usually back out on the road after a few days. It was only luck I happened into town when the festival was happening.” He looked over to Liz again while they waited for their dinner and drinks. Fortune had been following him since he got here, really. He had won the crown as a stranger. He had mostly done well in the competitions. He had met interesting people and made new friends. He had gold in his pockets. And now, this. Raoul wondered idly if Liz would have given a second glance in other circumstances. If it was him, or the festival. Then he shrugged it off. No sense worrying about it, Raoul. You will know soon enough. “So tell me about this ranch, then.” |
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2017 9:22:55 GMT -8
It was not a province she had heard of, but a province that she wouldn't mind familiarizing herself with. Fairuz smiled at Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku, a genuine sense of kindness about her. She seemed relaxed, yet very much in control of herself. Poised as a leader should be, and yet, there was something of a ... defiant... nature to her. As if she'd take on the odds, all on her own if she had to. "I am the Emira Fairuz, of the Emirate of Sakand," she introduced herself in turn, and did not reach out to greet him in the Sakandi way as she didn't want to trip over any cultural barriers. "Forgive me, but... would you mind saying your name one more time? I have never heard another like it." |
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Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 29
Physical Description: Black hair matches a pair of green eyes and well-tanned skin. His hands bear numerous scars from rope burns and large splinters, as do his legs. He is well-muscled, looking more like a dock-worker than a daimyo, but he emphasizes the ability to do personally what he commands others to do. It is not uncommon that he smells of the sea, in fact he tends to bathe in it, using the power of the sea to cleanse his body.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears traditional samurai armor, which has been carefully constructed and enchanted to prevent damage by corrosion or rust in the salty environment he is often found in. His katana has received the same treatment, the handle wrapped in the skin of a monstrous shark, the blade forged from the toughest steel.
Registered: Jun 27, 2016 9:39:02 GMT -8
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Post by Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku on May 4, 2017 10:00:59 GMT -8
It was not a province she had heard of, but a province that she wouldn't mind familiarizing herself with. Fairuz smiled at Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku , a genuine sense of kindness about her. She seemed relaxed, yet very much in control of herself. Poised as a leader should be, and yet, there was something of a ... defiant... nature to her. As if she'd take on the odds, all on her own if she had to. "I am the Emira Fairuz, of the Emirate of Sakand," she introduced herself in turn, and did not reach out to greet him in the Sakandi way as she didn't want to trip over any cultural barriers. "Forgive me, but... would you mind saying your name one more time? I have never heard another like it." The Daimyo had a much more easy-going attitude, relaxed in the company around him. He enjoyed meeting new people of all walks of life, and in an environment such as this there was little expectation of him. A far cry from his own home, where every little thing had meaning and importance. It was why he enjoyed the sea, for out there all men were equal, and it came down to skill, not birthright, as to who survived. "A pleasure to meet you Emira Fairuz of Sakand. I have heard a few things of your great city, and have resolved that I should visit it someday, sooner rather than later being the preference. Daimyo is my title, Akagi Zuikaku my name. Your accent is absolutely enchanting, do all of your people speak like that?" |
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2017 11:25:30 GMT -8
She laughed quietly, her face expressive in that moment. There was a quiet chime to her whenever she moved, the subtle whisper of wealth and a teasing hint of a desert land with hot nights and crystalline oases. The Emira was not surprised that he had heard of Sakand. It seemed that many had heard of the city, and most had believed it be, perhaps, a fairytale. Indeed, if any of them had come across Sakand even ten years ago, they would have found it to be an empty shell lacking all promise from the tales that had been sung of the City of Lights. Now, however, Fairuz was pushing it to a new golden era. "No, most of my people speak Sakandi. We have been closed to many traders for so long, but have recently opened our port. I would find it a great honor and privilege to host you, ... Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku," she said, her pale green eyes -- such a contrasting color to the rest of her bronzed darkness -- steady on his face as she carefully said his name. "My true name is Fairuz," she went on to say, laying a hand at her chest where the scarlet material was so thin and sheer that it only made her golden skin seemed rosy instead. "And I am very intrigued by the clothing and armor of your people. Actually, if I am honest, I am curious about all of your culture." Her gaze had wandered to look at his warriors and the lacquered armor they wore, the symbols on their chest. "Are you a nation conditioned to warfare, then?" |
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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 4, 2017 11:38:38 GMT -8
He nodded as Elizabeth Finch lead them back around to where they had began, again holding her chair for her as she took her seat. “Of course. It would be a great waste of all this food and drink to leave it all on the tables.” Settling into his own seat, he gestured to the server and pointed to their cups rather than trying to shout over the noise of the feast. “This is not exactly the kind of party I am used to, myself. Shepherds and farmers usually don’t put on grand balls. And I am usually back out on the road after a few days. It was only luck I happened into town when the festival was happening.” He looked over to Liz again while they waited for their dinner and drinks. Fortune had been following him since he got here, really. He had won the crown as a stranger. He had mostly done well in the competitions. He had met interesting people and made new friends. He had gold in his pockets. And now, this. Raoul wondered idly if Liz would have given a second glance in other circumstances. If it was him, or the festival. Then he shrugged it off. No sense worrying about it, Raoul. You will know soon enough. “So tell me about this ranch, then.” "This is very different from the formal ceremonies and general revelry that tends to constitute the two times soldiers seem to drink." She said, grinning as their food and drink arrived. "The ranch is still being finalized, my retirement only took effect a week before the festival. It is situated in the foothills of the Norkari Mountains, hundreds upon hundreds of acres of undeveloped land that I plan to use for raising animals." |
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Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 181
Age: 29
Physical Description: Black hair matches a pair of green eyes and well-tanned skin. His hands bear numerous scars from rope burns and large splinters, as do his legs. He is well-muscled, looking more like a dock-worker than a daimyo, but he emphasizes the ability to do personally what he commands others to do. It is not uncommon that he smells of the sea, in fact he tends to bathe in it, using the power of the sea to cleanse his body.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears traditional samurai armor, which has been carefully constructed and enchanted to prevent damage by corrosion or rust in the salty environment he is often found in. His katana has received the same treatment, the handle wrapped in the skin of a monstrous shark, the blade forged from the toughest steel.
Registered: Jun 27, 2016 9:39:02 GMT -8
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Post by Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku on May 4, 2017 12:00:26 GMT -8
She laughed quietly, her face expressive in that moment. There was a quiet chime to her whenever she moved, the subtle whisper of wealth and a teasing hint of a desert land with hot nights and crystalline oases. The Emira was not surprised that he had heard of Sakand. It seemed that many had heard of the city, and most had believed it be, perhaps, a fairytale. Indeed, if any of them had come across Sakand even ten years ago, they would have found it to be an empty shell lacking all promise from the tales that had been sung of the City of Lights. Now, however, Fairuz was pushing it to a new golden era. "No, most of my people speak Sakandi. We have been closed to many traders for so long, but have recently opened our port. I would find it a great honor and privilege to host you, ... Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku," she said, her pale green eyes -- such a contrasting color to the rest of her bronzed darkness -- steady on his face as she carefully said his name. "My true name is Fairuz," she went on to say, laying a hand at her chest where the scarlet material was so thin and sheer that it only made her golden skin seemed rosy instead. "And I am very intrigued by the clothing and armor of your people. Actually, if I am honest, I am curious about all of your culture." Her gaze had wandered to look at his warriors and the lacquered armor they wore, the symbols on their chest. "Are you a nation conditioned to warfare, then?" "Our cities have much in common then, we also recently began accepting foreign merchants, hence the trip to Isra currently. No doubt a visit to your Sakand would be just as beneficial, Emira," he said, maintaining her gaze with one of equal intensity. That she had no clue about his city was of little surprise, the Emperor not being overly fond of foreigners. "In a sense. The land itself is relatively peaceful, the occasional banditry and such being the only semi serious threat. Piracy and creatures of the deep are a threat however, and a constant one at that. Few are the weeks where some force of Wave Warriors does not do battle against the honorless bastards. What of Sakand?" |
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2017 12:31:07 GMT -8
"Sakand has... had its difficulties," Fairuz said, drinking some of her wine and shifting a little in her seat so that she was more comfortably turned toward the Daimyo and his intense dark gaze. "I am in the process of trying to bring her into this newer era, to make her less reliant on magic as its been and more focused on the hard work of a community coming together. That said..." "... I am trying to forge a river into the desert. There is an oasis there that I think is big enough to host another city, and with the right tools, be able to maintain one. Unfortunately, we have bedouin tribes in our desert that might make that plan... difficult." As she spoke, she kept her green gaze steady on Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku's own, watching him for reactions. "Isra has recently come and occupied my city. Before that was Goraia, an oppressive regime that took a gem that was a source of power for Sakand and put it... somewhere. The details were not told to me then. I was hoping that Isra might be able to return it to Sakand, where it belongs, but... it must be proving difficult. In any case, it would be better for Sakand if we were not reliant but the people see it as a sort of... tradition. A connection to our ancestors, whom are much beloved within our culture." Her head tipped a little to the side, dark hair swaying against her skin and back. "We have no creatures of the deep to threaten us however. Do those creatures threaten traders, and -- perhaps -- a foreign diplomat or leader that might visit upon Quying?" |
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Raoul Ferdinand
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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 4, 2017 12:37:54 GMT -8
Undeveloped land out in the foothills was more the sort of thing Raoul was used to, now that Elizabeth Finch brought it up. Usually, the beasts causing problems in the towns and farmlands still made their lairs out in the wilds. It certainly made the prospect of going to see it more attractive. It was only a matter of time before Raoul’s ability to stay in the city ran down, anyway, after all. Couldn’t hurt to get out and away a little before it got to the point he couldn’t stand it to stay. “So it is still wild country, more or less. Probably better for the animals, I think. Griffins don’t like tamed lands so much. Well… maybe the tamed ones, do. I don’t know as much about them. This meal is delicious… remind me to get rich one of these days” He laughs softly, interrupting himself to comment on the dinner. |
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The Sparrow
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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 4, 2017 14:29:59 GMT -8
She completed a circle around the Feast, her fingers light and nimble, lashes ready to bat if someone, for some reason, looked her way and a pretty smile on her face as she did so. She discretely held the weight of her bag of holding in a palm behind her back, her arms nonchalantly behind her as she made her way back toward Draga. Four coin purses, in total.
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Post by Deleted on May 4, 2017 14:37:42 GMT -8
As Farrah returned to the table, Draga seemed to be looking off in the distance with a somewhat forlorn look on her face. She turned to see The Sparrow and smiled. "Oh hey, was wondering where you wandered off to." She said cheerfully. |
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The Sparrow
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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 4, 2017 14:46:06 GMT -8
"Just took a little walk," Farrah said with a smile. She reached for a goblet of wine and a helping of food. "Are you going to tell me what's wrong, or are you going to tell me that you're fine?" the Sparrow asked, a dark blonde brow perked at @totallynotadragon.
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