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 8, 2017 6:43:01 GMT -8
As she searched the depths of his eyes, she found a warmth, a fondness, and, too, something more, something that she would invariably recognise for what it was meant to be. He searched her, too - looking for something, giving into something ever-so-dangerously that he had not even considered giving into for the longest time. He smiled with her, too, chuckling at her joke.
"Genevieve, I've no doubt that if you wanted to, you could keep me passing through your doorway, clothes an aside - and I shall keep doing so until you send me away because you have some actual work to do. I like you too much not to."
Ryden flashed her a bright smile in turn, still enjoying swaying to the gentle music playing in the background. He had glossed over the sadness he saw and felt, because now was not the time nor the place - when it did present itself, though. he would take the time to find out and understand. She still fascinated him, and that was one thing he was determined to unpack.
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2017 6:47:47 GMT -8
She laughed quietly, leaning back and holding her goblet out for wine to re-fill it. The fairy lights above them gleamed off of the gold that decorated her almost-naked body, the romantic hue of the evening sliding over her skin and shining in the healthy gloss of her hair. The flowing scarlet material that covered her where the sheer-and-gold did not fluttered quietly with her movements, quiet chimes of her jewelry a reminder of the far-off, distant place where she called home. "You would not find that problem in Sakand. It is a place of powerful women," she boasted a bit, bringing her arm back in once her wine was replenished, and her jade eyes sparkled with good humor at Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku. "My niece is especially proficient at speaking her mind." So, too, was the Emira. |
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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 8, 2017 7:15:30 GMT -8
It was a night for romance, it seemed -- or at the very least in ushering things toward that direction. Although she was unaware that the Chancellor might be fascinated in her, she could see in the way that he looked at her that he found her... That he found her, at the very least, to be pleasing. They danced with a natural ease, in rhythms that matched perfectly -- hinting, perhaps, that they might be complimentary in a completely different sort of dance, a dance far older than the one they swayed to now. "I don't mind being distracted from my work," she told Ryden Greyiron, feeling a low, simmering heat and trying to mentally push it away. "Perhaps you should just move your office into my shop and we'll both be saved the embarrassment of finding excuses to stay," she teased him. "Although, you work is far more important than mine. I'm not sure that the High Lady could spare you for that long." A pause, and then, "Ryden... why do you want to see me? I am a little-- a little confused by it all." She laughed gently. "You're the Chancellor of Isra. You can have whichever woman you want, not some reclusive, middle-aged seamstress in a stuffy shop." |
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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 8, 2017 7:28:07 GMT -8
She laughed quietly, leaning back and holding her goblet out for wine to re-fill it. The fairy lights above them gleamed off of the gold that decorated her almost-naked body, the romantic hue of the evening sliding over her skin and shining in the healthy gloss of her hair. The flowing scarlet material that covered her where the sheer-and-gold did not fluttered quietly with her movements, quiet chimes of her jewelry a reminder of the far-off, distant place where she called home. "You would not find that problem in Sakand. It is a place of powerful women," she boasted a bit, bringing her arm back in once her wine was replenished, and her jade eyes sparkled with good humor at Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku. "My niece is especially proficient at speaking her mind." So, too, was the Emira. "A cultural difference perhaps, then. One more noticeable among the upper classes I think. Perhaps you should send your niece then, a foreign alliance would be fitting given Quying's recent international focus." The woman before him was quite the presence, He wouldn't have minded if she herself was interested, but he needed someone who would have the time to be dedicated to Quying, loyalties relatively unsplit. She certainly had allure about her not found in Quying outside of the Geisha houses. |
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2017 7:39:06 GMT -8
"Hmmm... it would be a bold move for me. And for you, given we know so little of each other," Fairuz said aloud, but her gaze had turned calculating, her relaxed body language in the seat beside him a little more sharp now as her mind drifted from charming to actual diplomacy. "And, of course, it's not a promise that you would even choose my niece, although I must tell you that to let Asherah slip through your fingers would be true folly for you." A bit of pride, there, and some humor, too. She drank a little more wine and looked at the Daimyo. He was.. handsome, she'd suppose. There was a foreign appeal about him that drew her eye. She liked the seriousness of his dark gaze, and the way that he seemed masculine without needing brawn. She'd also noticed the textiles he wore and the masterwork of the armor of the men that were with him. Rich, perhaps, but was he just keeping up with appearances? "I will send my niece," Fairuz said, leaning forward once again so that she was a bit closer to him, her elbow braced on the bend of her knee, "but I want an official Quy emissary in return, Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku." |
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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 8:10:01 GMT -8
Raoul chuckled at that and shook his head. It shouldn’t be surprising, really. Elizabeth Finch didn’t seem like the grizzled old soldier type, jaded and tired of fighting. “So you did not so much retire to the country to take up ranching, it seems. You Decided to take up leading the young bucks on scouting and raiding while calling yourself a rancher to avoid the bureaucracy of the actual army.” He grinned at Liz and winked, then took another sip of the wine. It was truly excellent. He certainly wasn’t worrying about his stolen brandy at the moment. “I cannot blame you. I might have done the same thing in your place. It is a simpler life, no?” |
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Ganymede Galaii
Dedicated
The Muse of Merry-Making
Roleplay posts: 219
Age: Any one she wants.
Physical Description: She takes a humanoid appearance, with long hair, nails, and eyes that changes colors depending on the mood she's in (usually found in some sort of periwinkle, lilac hue, tho). She usually takes a lush, hourglass-shaped feminine form.
Clothes and Equipment: Ganymede is always dressed in daring and bold fashion choices -- if she's in a good mood. If she's in a bad mood, she'll usually be clothed in dark and somber colors. She dresses according to the way she feels -- or according to the theme of her latest party.
Registered: Mar 15, 2017 13:43:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ganymede Galaii on May 8, 2017 8:39:02 GMT -8
Her hair still flowed black, her gaze the same way when she slipped back to Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail's side and slid a palm down his arm, coming back into his view. "Did I hear you say that you'll be leaving tomorrow morning?" Ganymede asked the orc. There was something sharper about the nymph now, something, perhaps, angry that seemed to sizzle and simmer beneath her skin, threatening to erupt. |
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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 9:58:14 GMT -8
Raoul chuckled at that and shook his head. It shouldn’t be surprising, really. Elizabeth Finch didn’t seem like the grizzled old soldier type, jaded and tired of fighting. “So you did not so much retire to the country to take up ranching, it seems. You Decided to take up leading the young bucks on scouting and raiding while calling yourself a rancher to avoid the bureaucracy of the actual army.” He grinned at Liz and winked, then took another sip of the wine. It was truly excellent. He certainly wasn’t worrying about his stolen brandy at the moment. “I cannot blame you. I might have done the same thing in your place. It is a simpler life, no?” Liz nodded her agreement to his statement. "Indeed, though being personally acquainted with the High Lady does certainly lend itself to cutting through bureaucratic bullshit. A simpler life indeed." She smiled and sipped at her wine, it was good but she usually preferred something stronger to wine. |
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Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
Registered: May 25, 2016 7:24:56 GMT -8
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on May 8, 2017 10:03:48 GMT -8
Her hair still flowed black, her gaze the same way when she slipped back to Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail's side and slid a palm down his arm, coming back into his view. "Did I hear you say that you'll be leaving tomorrow morning?" Ganymede asked the orc. There was something sharper about the nymph now, something, perhaps, angry that seemed to sizzle and simmer beneath her skin, threatening to erupt. Gothmog immediately picked up the change, halfway through his third bottle of rum with no sign of any inebriation. "Yes indeed. I shall be gone for a few months at the very least. Why?" He smirked and winked at her. "Want to give me a going away present?" |
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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 8, 2017 10:14:29 GMT -8
"Hmmm... it would be a bold move for me. And for you, given we know so little of each other," Fairuz said aloud, but her gaze had turned calculating, her relaxed body language in the seat beside him a little more sharp now as her mind drifted from charming to actual diplomacy. "And, of course, it's not a promise that you would even choose my niece, although I must tell you that to let Asherah slip through your fingers would be true folly for you." A bit of pride, there, and some humor, too. She drank a little more wine and looked at the Daimyo. He was.. handsome, she'd suppose. There was a foreign appeal about him that drew her eye. She liked the seriousness of his dark gaze, and the way that he seemed masculine without needing brawn. She'd also noticed the textiles he wore and the masterwork of the armor of the men that were with him. Rich, perhaps, but was he just keeping up with appearances? "I will send my niece," Fairuz said, leaning forward once again so that she was a bit closer to him, her elbow braced on the bend of her knee, "but I want an official Quy emissary in return, Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku." "History appreciates the bold move, does it not?" He said, glancing at where his retinue was entertaining a rather large group of children with their strange accents and stranger tales. "To not send an official emissary in return would be gravely insulting yes? I shall send someone to Sakand immediately upon my selection, and visit myself as soon as time permits. Your emissary will also return with a selection of Quy art and a history of my people. Is that acceptable Emira?" |
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2017 10:25:33 GMT -8
"I find it so," Fairuz replied to the Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku, her gaze turning to watch his men with the well-dressed children at the Feast, but her ear still turned to listen to the ruler's words. "If you do not choose my niece, I ask that you decline her with patience. She and I are very like, and neither one of us take rejection well." She drank more of her wine, then turned her kohl-lined gaze onto the Daimyo. "I will send three scholars with the entourage that will travel to Quy. Send word of when you will be searching for a bride, and I will make sure they arrive with haste." She stood, then, and nodded to him. "I look forward to the future, Daimyo," she said as her farewell, and moved on, winding around where Ryden Greyiron and Lady Genevieve St. James danced, and instead approached Empress Naoki and Annabelle "Bella" Khorudan. "Good evening," the Emira said, taking in Naoki in her scarlet gown, drawn for a moment by its charm to imagine her own hands slipping it off the High Lady's body and marking a path over Naoki's skin with her mouth. Her gaze then turned onto Bella, a charming small woman with a green gown that highlighted her curves and put a slow curling smile on the Emira's lush red mouth. "I hope I am not interrupting," she said, knowing full well she was as she moved to take a seat. |
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Ganymede Galaii
Dedicated
The Muse of Merry-Making
Roleplay posts: 219
Age: Any one she wants.
Physical Description: She takes a humanoid appearance, with long hair, nails, and eyes that changes colors depending on the mood she's in (usually found in some sort of periwinkle, lilac hue, tho). She usually takes a lush, hourglass-shaped feminine form.
Clothes and Equipment: Ganymede is always dressed in daring and bold fashion choices -- if she's in a good mood. If she's in a bad mood, she'll usually be clothed in dark and somber colors. She dresses according to the way she feels -- or according to the theme of her latest party.
Registered: Mar 15, 2017 13:43:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ganymede Galaii on May 8, 2017 10:34:17 GMT -8
She saw the wink, but did not return it. Instead, her hand stroked slowly up the muscles of his arm, feeling the power of him, up to his shoulder where she gripped him. "I suddenly feel so very angry," Ganymede spoke, her far-away accent a little deeper, a little thicker on her words as she lifted her black gaze off of the study of his chest to his face. "I need someone that can handle it," she said, perhaps too bold. Her fury was right on the edge, however, making her razor sharp. She wouldn't last much longer in this open space, especially given that the anger Ganymede felt was beginning to melt into the feelings of the mortals around her. Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail might even feel it, too -- a sudden taste of wrath and carnal need on the air. |
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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 10:40:45 GMT -8
Right. Of course she would know the High Lady. Everyone of significant rank would know each other, by necessity. Raoul had almost forgotten for a moment the sort of company he was with for a moment there. “Yes. I can imagine that would be a useful thing sometimes.” Raoul leaned slightly back from Elizabeth Finch as the conversation turned again and he realized how close he was. “I have made a few interesting acquaintances here this week, myself. I did not imagine when I rode into the city that it would lead to all this.” He laughed and gestured around at the tables of dignitaries and various movers and shakers. “I am almost afraid to see what will happen if I stay longer.” |
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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 8, 2017 10:47:04 GMT -8
"I find it so," Fairuz replied to the Daimyo Akagi Zuikaku, her gaze turning to watch his men with the well-dressed children at the Feast, but her ear still turned to listen to the ruler's words. "If you do not choose my niece, I ask that you decline her with patience. She and I are very like, and neither one of us take rejection well." She drank more of her wine, then turned her kohl-lined gaze onto the Daimyo. "I will send three scholars with the entourage that will travel to Quy. Send word of when you will be searching for a bride, and I will make sure they arrive with haste." She stood, then, and nodded to him. "I look forward to the future, Daimyo," she said as her farewell, and moved on, winding around where Ryden Greyiron and Lady Genevieve St. James danced, and instead approached Empress Naoki and Annabelle "Bella" Khorudan. "Good evening," the Emira said, taking in Naoki in her scarlet gown, drawn for a moment by its charm to imagine her own hands slipping it off the High Lady's body and marking a path over Naoki's skin with her mouth. Her gaze then turned onto Bella, a charming small woman with a green gown that highlighted her curves and put a slow curling smile on the Emira's lush red mouth. "I hope I am not interrupting," she said, knowing full well she was as she moved to take a seat. "I shall do so Emira Fairuz, Enjoy the Festival." He said eloquently, watching for a second as she walked away before joining his men in regaling the children with Quy Legends. |
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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 10:56:49 GMT -8
Right. Of course she would know the High Lady. Everyone of significant rank would know each other, by necessity. Raoul had almost forgotten for a moment the sort of company he was with for a moment there. “Yes. I can imagine that would be a useful thing sometimes.” Raoul leaned slightly back from Elizabeth Finch as the conversation turned again and he realized how close he was. “I have made a few interesting acquaintances here this week, myself. I did not imagine when I rode into the city that it would lead to all this.” He laughed and gestured around at the tables of dignitaries and various movers and shakers. “I am almost afraid to see what will happen if I stay longer.” "Torn apart by your throng of desperate admirers I would imagine, likely as they fought over your shirt." She laughed at the thought, and wondered if he would consider that a bad death. "What are your plans after the festival?" |
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Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
Registered: May 25, 2016 7:24:56 GMT -8
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on May 8, 2017 10:59:32 GMT -8
She saw the wink, but did not return it. Instead, her hand stroked slowly up the muscles of his arm, feeling the power of him, up to his shoulder where she gripped him. "I suddenly feel so very angry," Ganymede spoke, her far-away accent a little deeper, a little thicker on her words as she lifted her black gaze off of the study of his chest to his face. "I need someone that can handle it," she said, perhaps too bold. Her fury was right on the edge, however, making her razor sharp. She wouldn't last much longer in this open space, especially given that the anger Ganymede felt was beginning to melt into the feelings of the mortals around her. Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail might even feel it, too -- a sudden taste of wrath and carnal need on the air. "Then you have come to the right place." He said, feeling the mood and standing up next to her. He made a very sarcastic sweeping gesture towards the exit. "Shall we leave then?" |
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Ganymede Galaii
Dedicated
The Muse of Merry-Making
Roleplay posts: 219
Age: Any one she wants.
Physical Description: She takes a humanoid appearance, with long hair, nails, and eyes that changes colors depending on the mood she's in (usually found in some sort of periwinkle, lilac hue, tho). She usually takes a lush, hourglass-shaped feminine form.
Clothes and Equipment: Ganymede is always dressed in daring and bold fashion choices -- if she's in a good mood. If she's in a bad mood, she'll usually be clothed in dark and somber colors. She dresses according to the way she feels -- or according to the theme of her latest party.
Registered: Mar 15, 2017 13:43:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ganymede Galaii on May 8, 2017 11:22:21 GMT -8
"Mm," she said, an agreeable sound. She turned and led the way out from beneath the hanging vines and branches and lights of the Feast. IF he was able to notice in the low light, he could see that the grass beneath the step of her shoes was beginning to whither, as if suffering from too much heat. Once out from under the setting of the Feast, she let out a soft, bird-song whistle that created a circle in the ground. She stepped into it, waited for Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail to join her, and then they disappeared in a flurry of flower petals to her home. [Exit to the Galaii Villa] |
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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 11:28:30 GMT -8
Raoul joined Elizabeth Finch in a hearty laugh at that image. But given the way things had gone for him the last week, a part of him had to wonder if it was as ridiculous as it seemed at first blush. Whatever it was that had been happening certainly did have the potential to get out of hand if it didn’t level off soon. “I don’t have any particular plans to speak of.” He shook his head in response to the question. “I have some coin to spend, and some prizes still to collect, so I will be in Isra for a few more days, at least.Then, someone mentioned there might be some work out in the hills hunting wild griffin. I might look into that.” |
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Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 142
Age: 28
Physical Description: Gothmog stands at an intimidating 8'2" with a weight of almost 400lbs of solid muscle. He is pierced or tattooed over nearly every inch of his green body. The tattoos depict his numerous seafaring adventures, from leviathan slaying to mermaid seduction.
Clothes and Equipment: He is clothed in the uniform of a ship's captain, with a wicked looking cutlass and a hand crossbow on either hip. A fearsome looking harpoon is slung across his back, and a patch covers one eye. The patch is enchanted, aiding him in seeing the patterns of wind and water.
Registered: May 25, 2016 7:24:56 GMT -8
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Post by Commodore Gothmog Bloodsail on May 8, 2017 11:32:01 GMT -8
Gothmog followed her, making sure to swipe two more full, large bottles of rum as he made his way past the tables to follow her out.
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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 12:26:44 GMT -8
Raoul joined Elizabeth Finch in a hearty laugh at that image. But given the way things had gone for him the last week, a part of him had to wonder if it was as ridiculous as it seemed at first blush. Whatever it was that had been happening certainly did have the potential to get out of hand if it didn’t level off soon. “I don’t have any particular plans to speak of.” He shook his head in response to the question. “I have some coin to spend, and some prizes still to collect, so I will be in Isra for a few more days, at least.Then, someone mentioned there might be some work out in the hills hunting wild griffin. I might look into that.” "I heard the woman offering that pays quite handsomely for such services. She could definitely make it worth your while." Liz said, winking at Raoul. "And I bet you have quite a few stops to make eh? A lot of 'prizes to collect?" |
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