Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 121
Age: 25
Physical Description: Riley Fletcher is a red-haired human standing 6 feet in height, with the body of a trained soldier. His hair has been described as "red and floppy" and his clothes always seem to be their cleanest. Cheesecake is a fairy standing 6 inches in height, wearing a pink skirt. She has short blonde hair with a tiny cowlick that never seems to go away no matter what.
Clothes and Equipment: Riley's normal attire includes his red armor and green-tinted plate pieces and his green scythe with an amber blade. The scythe was a gift from the archfey themselves. Riley will be the first to admit a scythe isn't actually a viable weapon but the archfey, living in another plane of existence and having no idea what humans consider weapons, gifted him one thinking that because "it's super awesome-looking" it must be a proper weapon.
He keeps a longsword and shield as a backup for when the archfey are proven wrong. Along with his weapon, Riley carries with him standard adventuring gear as well as healing potions for when they're traveling. Cheesecake's small size means she's not able to carry much more than her rapier (essentially a metal toothpick).
Registered: Aug 23, 2017 9:00:03 GMT -8
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Post by Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake on Nov 11, 2017 20:15:50 GMT -8
He sighed.
"Well...comes with being in the military, I suppose. We knew the risks. Though the universe has a weird sense of humor. The same day I lost my best friend and my future wife is the same day I found Cheesecake. It was both the worst and best day of my life, really."
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Registered: May 21, 2024 7:26:37 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2017 18:56:08 GMT -8
Riley Fletcher and Cheesecake Jarkoopi, Kepesk Altiui Jun of the Celadine
The walk in Niska would prove mostly uneventful for the three - save for the normal chit-chatter of the wildlife around them. A doe and her young bound off once alerted to their coming. A silent owl glided through the trees in the shadows cast by the afternoon sun. The closest to anything dangerous was a lone wildcat of sorts, possibly a leopard, and it watched the trio pass in silence from it's hiding place in the shade of the underbrush before stalking off elsewhere for a kill.
In their current direction? The three individuals would likely find themselves continuing on for some time, the sun continuing to descend, and with the coming dark there would be the sound of running water like a roaring waterfall.
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