Raelyn Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 34 
Age: 30
Physical Description: Raelyn stands at a rather modest 5'7". She is built rather solidly but still feminine as she is used to hard work, preferring to work with her own hands. She has long, curly silver locks as is her family's quirk and light violet eyes that are exceptional at reading people. In contrast to her gruff homely exterior, her hands are slender and her fingers are thin, as is necessary for the mastery of her craft.
Clothes and Equipment: She typically wears simple dresses as opposed to the ornate dresses and suits she crafts. She almost always has her apron donned with her sewing equipment at the ready. She prefers to use the sewing kit that her parents got her for her apprenticeship unless she needs to use more sophisticated tools for a particular project.
Allegiances: Isra and The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Whenever I'm awake! Which is often.
Registered: Sept 7, 2018 18:04:26 GMT -8
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Post by Raelyn Fletcher on Sept 8, 2018 10:25:19 GMT -8
Welcome to Needle and Thread!  Isra's new premiere shoppe for all your tailoring and fashion needs. Run and owned by the honorable Raelyn Fletcher, come in for a nice chat while getting fitted in clothes for any event. No appointments needed, most all walk ins accepted, get the dress of your dreams or the suit you're required to wear here. Prices are flexible and all types are welcome. Have a nice visit! |
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Dixie Starr
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 21
Physical Description: With long golden hair, bright blue eyes, and a figure that would make a succubus jealous, Dixie is a beauty by anyone's standard. She is of fairly average height, although she frequently wears taller shoes when she has to go out.
Full pic: https://i.imgur.com/EhAX1ME.jpg
Clothes and Equipment: Thanks to her wealthy "friends", Dixie dresses strictly in finery in the current fashions. Most of her clothes are either custom-made or have been altered to fit more comfortably, while still allowing her to breathe.
Allegiances: Isran Empire
Registered: Feb 12, 2018 18:47:04 GMT -8
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Post by Dixie Starr on Sept 8, 2018 11:42:25 GMT -8
Dixie wandered into the shop, clutching a folded blue dress. This definitely looked like the place that Robert had recommended. Who did he say the owner was, his sister? His cousin? His aunt? She couldn't recall, but they were definitely related in some way. As she made her way inside, wondered what she would tell the tailor. How would she explain the rip on her dress, which was very clearly torn open at the front of the bodice? Maybe she'd been attacked by some sort of savage animal? No, who would believe that? Maybe she had gotten it caught on something and it ripped...that was a little better. Perhaps she'd torn it when cleaning it...but it was awfully well-made, and didn't seem like the sort of thing to simply rip when being washed. She wished that she could have simply repaired it herself, but the dress was so finely made that she was afraid that it would be beyond her skills. Besides, Robert had simply insisted that she come here to have it fixed. Perhaps he wanted to support his relative's business.
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Raelyn Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Age: 30
Physical Description: Raelyn stands at a rather modest 5'7". She is built rather solidly but still feminine as she is used to hard work, preferring to work with her own hands. She has long, curly silver locks as is her family's quirk and light violet eyes that are exceptional at reading people. In contrast to her gruff homely exterior, her hands are slender and her fingers are thin, as is necessary for the mastery of her craft.
Clothes and Equipment: She typically wears simple dresses as opposed to the ornate dresses and suits she crafts. She almost always has her apron donned with her sewing equipment at the ready. She prefers to use the sewing kit that her parents got her for her apprenticeship unless she needs to use more sophisticated tools for a particular project.
Allegiances: Isra and The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Whenever I'm awake! Which is often.
Registered: Sept 7, 2018 18:04:26 GMT -8
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Post by Raelyn Fletcher on Sept 8, 2018 12:09:25 GMT -8
Raelyn looked up as she heard the bell attached to the front door of her little shop ring. "Just a moment! I'll be right with you!" She carefully set the box full of bolts of fine fabrics up on the shelf as she dusted off her hands.
It was her first day open to the public of this interesting city. She wasn't expecting anyone to stop by her shop but perhaps her cousins to check on her progress. She sighed as she checked her stock. Honestly, she would have been happy enough just working out of the little village that she had done her apprenticeship out of. But her master had, of course, insisted her skills would be better suited to the cityscape. Her cousin Robert had been more than happy to help her apply for a loan when she had sent him post. She repressed an eye roll as she made her way down the steps to the shop proper, hoping she wouldn't find her cousin there. It exhausted her to try and play nice with him all the time and fence with his silly pompous attitude.
As she came down the steps and found a young lady standing there then, the warm smile on her face was genuine as she took her in. "Hello there darling. I see you've managed to stumble into my little shop here. Can I help you with something?" She asked as her eyes drifted down to the folded up bundle of fabric in her hands.
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Dixie Starr
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 21
Physical Description: With long golden hair, bright blue eyes, and a figure that would make a succubus jealous, Dixie is a beauty by anyone's standard. She is of fairly average height, although she frequently wears taller shoes when she has to go out.
Full pic: https://i.imgur.com/EhAX1ME.jpg
Clothes and Equipment: Thanks to her wealthy "friends", Dixie dresses strictly in finery in the current fashions. Most of her clothes are either custom-made or have been altered to fit more comfortably, while still allowing her to breathe.
Allegiances: Isran Empire
Registered: Feb 12, 2018 18:47:04 GMT -8
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Post by Dixie Starr on Sept 8, 2018 13:42:42 GMT -8
Dixie smiled nervously at the friendly shopkeeper. The family resemblance was clear, although so much time near so many Fletchers had given Dixie the ability to pick out the little details that differentiated them all. This one's hair seemed to curl differently than Roxanne's, and had a somewhat similar facial structure to Robert.
"Hello...uh, Are you Raelyn? Robert suggested this place to me, it looks very nice. Do you...do you do repairs, by any chance? I've, um, torn my dress and would like to get it mended."
She unfolded the dress sheepishly, revealing a long, finely-made blue gown. It looked to have been rather scandalously cut, but it was difficult to tell due to the fact that the front of the bodice had been very obviously torn open. Dixie blushed bright red, hesitating.
"I, uh...was wearing it and it got caught. On a tree. And it ripped. Can...can you fix it?"
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Raelyn Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Age: 30
Physical Description: Raelyn stands at a rather modest 5'7". She is built rather solidly but still feminine as she is used to hard work, preferring to work with her own hands. She has long, curly silver locks as is her family's quirk and light violet eyes that are exceptional at reading people. In contrast to her gruff homely exterior, her hands are slender and her fingers are thin, as is necessary for the mastery of her craft.
Clothes and Equipment: She typically wears simple dresses as opposed to the ornate dresses and suits she crafts. She almost always has her apron donned with her sewing equipment at the ready. She prefers to use the sewing kit that her parents got her for her apprenticeship unless she needs to use more sophisticated tools for a particular project.
Allegiances: Isra and The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Whenever I'm awake! Which is often.
Registered: Sept 7, 2018 18:04:26 GMT -8
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Post by Raelyn Fletcher on Sept 8, 2018 14:00:19 GMT -8
Raelyn's sharp violet eyes skimmed over the dress critically but she paused when she heard Dixie's explanation for the damage to the dress. She cocked a brow at that. She didn't seem put off by the style of the dress, more so by the obvious lie.
"... You got caught... on a tree... and tore the dress that extensively?" She asked slowly, disbelief clear in her voice and her face. She chuckled softly as she shook her head but still she held out her hand for the dress. "You don't have to lie to me darling. I will see what I can do, though." She said reassuringly. "It shouldn't take long if you'd like to have a seat and tell me the real reason."
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Dixie Starr
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 21
Physical Description: With long golden hair, bright blue eyes, and a figure that would make a succubus jealous, Dixie is a beauty by anyone's standard. She is of fairly average height, although she frequently wears taller shoes when she has to go out.
Full pic: https://i.imgur.com/EhAX1ME.jpg
Clothes and Equipment: Thanks to her wealthy "friends", Dixie dresses strictly in finery in the current fashions. Most of her clothes are either custom-made or have been altered to fit more comfortably, while still allowing her to breathe.
Allegiances: Isran Empire
Registered: Feb 12, 2018 18:47:04 GMT -8
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Post by Dixie Starr on Sept 8, 2018 14:30:13 GMT -8
Dixie sighed, handing Raelyn the dress to inspect. She sat down on the offered seat, unwilling to meet Raeyln's eye. She really should have fixed the dress at home, surely it couldn't have been that hard! But no, Robert had to insist that she support local businesses. He'd even promised to pay for it, but no amount of money could pay for the embarrassment.
"Well...let's just say it was Robert's fault. I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself. I'm Dixie. Uh, have we met before? You look kind of familiar...I used to hang around with Roxanne a lot when we were younger, if you know her. Robert told me to come here, told me that you'd be able to fix it."
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Raelyn Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Age: 30
Physical Description: Raelyn stands at a rather modest 5'7". She is built rather solidly but still feminine as she is used to hard work, preferring to work with her own hands. She has long, curly silver locks as is her family's quirk and light violet eyes that are exceptional at reading people. In contrast to her gruff homely exterior, her hands are slender and her fingers are thin, as is necessary for the mastery of her craft.
Clothes and Equipment: She typically wears simple dresses as opposed to the ornate dresses and suits she crafts. She almost always has her apron donned with her sewing equipment at the ready. She prefers to use the sewing kit that her parents got her for her apprenticeship unless she needs to use more sophisticated tools for a particular project.
Allegiances: Isra and The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Whenever I'm awake! Which is often.
Registered: Sept 7, 2018 18:04:26 GMT -8
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Post by Raelyn Fletcher on Sept 8, 2018 14:51:48 GMT -8
As Raelyn took the dress from her, listening intently to her story, her brow first furrowed in confusion, then intrigue until finally her face smoothed with realization as she looked at her properly.
"... Little Dixie? Oh my stars it is you, isn't it? My goodness! It's been ages." She smiled again warmly as she carefully set the dress back down onto her work counter, to free up her arms to offer a hug to her. "I'm so sorry I didn't recognize you, but you were quite young when we met and you have gotten so big. How have you been? I wouldn't have imagined you'd stay with that fuddy duddy Robert." She teased lightly.
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Dixie Starr
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 21
Physical Description: With long golden hair, bright blue eyes, and a figure that would make a succubus jealous, Dixie is a beauty by anyone's standard. She is of fairly average height, although she frequently wears taller shoes when she has to go out.
Full pic: https://i.imgur.com/EhAX1ME.jpg
Clothes and Equipment: Thanks to her wealthy "friends", Dixie dresses strictly in finery in the current fashions. Most of her clothes are either custom-made or have been altered to fit more comfortably, while still allowing her to breathe.
Allegiances: Isran Empire
Registered: Feb 12, 2018 18:47:04 GMT -8
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Post by Dixie Starr on Sept 11, 2018 17:31:29 GMT -8
Dixie beamed, thrilled that Raelyn had recognized her. How long had it been since the woman had watched over her and Roxanne? Thirteen years, perhaps? Maybe fourteen? It seemed like a lifetime ago. She got up to embrace the tailor, squeezing the woman tightly.
"It's been so long! I've been fine, thank you. And Robert is wonderful! He brought me out to the city, out from the tavern in that little village. I love the city so much. I'm learning so many new things, meeting so many new people. There was never anything new back home, everything got stale. Out here though, it's all so different. It's exciting! Also, Roxanne lives here, although it seems like she's always on the road. It's always good to see her, though. So...what brought you to the big city?"
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Raelyn Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Age: 30
Physical Description: Raelyn stands at a rather modest 5'7". She is built rather solidly but still feminine as she is used to hard work, preferring to work with her own hands. She has long, curly silver locks as is her family's quirk and light violet eyes that are exceptional at reading people. In contrast to her gruff homely exterior, her hands are slender and her fingers are thin, as is necessary for the mastery of her craft.
Clothes and Equipment: She typically wears simple dresses as opposed to the ornate dresses and suits she crafts. She almost always has her apron donned with her sewing equipment at the ready. She prefers to use the sewing kit that her parents got her for her apprenticeship unless she needs to use more sophisticated tools for a particular project.
Allegiances: Isra and The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Whenever I'm awake! Which is often.
Registered: Sept 7, 2018 18:04:26 GMT -8
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Post by Raelyn Fletcher on Sept 12, 2018 4:10:15 GMT -8
Raelyn sighed softly as she pulled back from Dixie looking at her. She rubbed Dixie’s upper arm lightly as she gave a rueful smile.
“Trust me, if it were up to me, I’d stay in one of those ‘stale little village’. It’s quiet, safe, and easy to keep your head down. It’s a good place to live- Especially for pretty girls like you.” She teased her lightly as she pinched her cheek with warm worn fingers.
After a moment though, her eyes grew a bit sad.
“Unfortunately, the woman I did my apprenticeship with had other ideas. She thought my talents would be wasted in a little town. In her last wishes, she pretty much demanded I leave her shop to her daughters and go off to the big city.”
As she let her go, she gave Dixie a resigned shrug. “She was good to me. As silly of a request it was, I couldn’t deny her. So here I am today.”
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227 
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Sept 18, 2018 22:59:44 GMT -8
Oh gods, the stress was killing him! Keph had a total of a single day to find a proper tailor to get him a proper suit for his date, a big issue with this is that he had no clue what a proper tailor was nor a proper suit! Hells, where did one even find a tailor to begin with? The city was huge and even though he had by now been walking around for the past half hour, he was yet to find anything! The young man let out a heavy sigh and just as he was about to give up looking there and try a different part of Isra, he felt someone poking him on his shoulder. He turned around, to see what they wanted, and while oddly enough there was no one there, he did notice an interesting sign above a door; the "Needle and Thread", that sounded rather tailor-ish! So far, he hadn't had much luck in finding what he needed, so seeing what might be exactly that, he didn't take a moment before approaching the door and checking to see if it was unlocked. A breath of relief left his lips as the door effortlessly moved and revealed a well-furnished room filled with a plethora of clothing. He found two women inside, yet he didn't acknowledge them at first, instead just walking over to the counter and slamming his hand a few times on the bell, hoping to catch the attention of whichever of them was the owner of the store, and then promptly slipped a note onto the counter:  |
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Dixie Starr
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 21
Physical Description: With long golden hair, bright blue eyes, and a figure that would make a succubus jealous, Dixie is a beauty by anyone's standard. She is of fairly average height, although she frequently wears taller shoes when she has to go out.
Full pic: https://i.imgur.com/EhAX1ME.jpg
Clothes and Equipment: Thanks to her wealthy "friends", Dixie dresses strictly in finery in the current fashions. Most of her clothes are either custom-made or have been altered to fit more comfortably, while still allowing her to breathe.
Allegiances: Isran Empire
Registered: Feb 12, 2018 18:47:04 GMT -8
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Post by Dixie Starr on Sept 19, 2018 12:29:54 GMT -8
Dixie rolled her eyes as Raelyn pinched her cheek and teased her. So many people had told her to stay, but Robert's offer to bring her out here had been far too convincing. She was glad that she'd come out here, too.
"There's no sense in staying in a tiny little village and getting old and dusty, Raelyn. Sometimes you have to get out and experience new things. Who knows what sort of people you'll meet? When I left home, I never could have imagined any of the new acquaintances I've made."
She giggled softly, wondering if Raelyn would believe her if she told her about the meeting with the Empress. Not that she would, of course. Dixie knew more than anyone else the importance of discretion in such matters. All of a sudden, she heard a violent ringing of a bell and glanced over at the front of the shop. A tiny young man had walked in, little more than a boy. Dixie smiled at him, waving. The boy was awfully adorable, almost like a little rabbit. Who knew someone so small could be so cute?
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Raelyn Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Age: 30
Physical Description: Raelyn stands at a rather modest 5'7". She is built rather solidly but still feminine as she is used to hard work, preferring to work with her own hands. She has long, curly silver locks as is her family's quirk and light violet eyes that are exceptional at reading people. In contrast to her gruff homely exterior, her hands are slender and her fingers are thin, as is necessary for the mastery of her craft.
Clothes and Equipment: She typically wears simple dresses as opposed to the ornate dresses and suits she crafts. She almost always has her apron donned with her sewing equipment at the ready. She prefers to use the sewing kit that her parents got her for her apprenticeship unless she needs to use more sophisticated tools for a particular project.
Allegiances: Isra and The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Whenever I'm awake! Which is often.
Registered: Sept 7, 2018 18:04:26 GMT -8
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Post by Raelyn Fletcher on Sept 19, 2018 20:27:06 GMT -8
Raelyn rolled her eyes about to respond to Dixie when the violent ringing of her counter bell cut her off. She blinked twice before she followed Dixie's glance to the front of her store, a disapproving stare already in place.
"Yes, some rather interesting people..." Raelyn muttered as her eyebrow twitched and she pat Dixie on the shoulder, whispering that she'd be right back, moving past her to deal with the sudden guest. Another reason for her distaste of the city. No one taught their children manners in these parts. She reached forward quickly and took the bell off the table, resting her hand on her hip, ignoring the note for the time being. The child's mother or employer could wait a few minutes longer.
"Good morning, sweetheart. I'd appreciate if you didn't break my bell the first day it's out here trying to get my attention like dog. And if you have a request, a greeting, an introduction, and a please is usually nice before demanding what you want, right? I'd think your mother would have taught you proper manners when asking someone for something, isn't that also right?" She questioned, the disapproving look still in her eyes as she looked at the young man-boy. Her hands still rested on her hips waiting for at the very least an apology.
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Sept 20, 2018 23:25:17 GMT -8
Keph stared at the woman with a perked brow, before rebelliously tapping the bell once more, and then immediately tapping at the page of parchment he had placed on the counter! Did she not notice that it had the Empress' signature? For some reason, Keph had made the odd assumption that all citizens of Isra - including this tailor - would quickly identify the signature and accept it as real, even though he himself wasn't aware of who Isra's leader was until recently.
Of course, Keph being Keph, a single rebellious act was not going to be enough; he promptly dug into his bag, pulling a notebook from it and pulling the quill out of the bottle of ink that was conveniently tied to the outside of his satchel. Quill was put to parchment, his hand moving quickly, fluently, and in a brief moment, he had a message to give the nasty tailor! He turned the opened notebook towards the woman that stood behind the counter, on it was written:
"If the bell were to break so easily, he'd recommend she find a better blacksmith. Keph apologizes for his inability to speak verbally, as clearly, it is an issue of such magnitude that him using the only available device to catch her attention is enough to cause her great stress! Keph was clearly in the wrong he, as a mute, should've simply given her a friendly greeting and then she could proceed, as she is now, in treating a customer as an idiotic child."
He held the notebook up, over the lower half of his face, with his right hand, while his two, unamused-looking eyes right above it continued to stare right at her, his left hand, in the meanwhile, continued to tap the page he had left on her counter.
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Raelyn Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Age: 30
Physical Description: Raelyn stands at a rather modest 5'7". She is built rather solidly but still feminine as she is used to hard work, preferring to work with her own hands. She has long, curly silver locks as is her family's quirk and light violet eyes that are exceptional at reading people. In contrast to her gruff homely exterior, her hands are slender and her fingers are thin, as is necessary for the mastery of her craft.
Clothes and Equipment: She typically wears simple dresses as opposed to the ornate dresses and suits she crafts. She almost always has her apron donned with her sewing equipment at the ready. She prefers to use the sewing kit that her parents got her for her apprenticeship unless she needs to use more sophisticated tools for a particular project.
Allegiances: Isra and The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Whenever I'm awake! Which is often.
Registered: Sept 7, 2018 18:04:26 GMT -8
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Post by Raelyn Fletcher on Sept 21, 2018 8:44:27 GMT -8
Raelyn’s quirked as she watched the small man huff and puff before scribbling out his message on the journal. She leaned down to read his message carefully before she sighed staying lowered to the ground.
The regret at not staying in her tiny village where everyone knew everyone and she could easily find this man’s mother or wife to scold him, resurged.
“Well then. I will say that I am sorry for not knowing on sight that you were mute. But the problem here is, while you are mute, I am not deaf. I have a bell that rings when you enter my shop. And one ring of this little bell would have gotten my attention well enough.” She explained slowly, giving him a bland look.
“As well as I was just in the middle of a conversation with another customer. So you were not only rude to just me when you here asking for me to do something for you, but also her.” She neglected to mention that Dixie was an old friend and probably didn’t mind to begin with.
“When you behave like an impertinent child, people will treat you like an impertinent child-regardless of how old you actually are. So, before I consider your request, would you mind just humoring me for a bit and actually conduct yourself as an adult with manners and apologize?”
Raelyn gave him a smile then her brows slightly arched expectantly. She wasn’t condescending in the slightest as she spoke and she didn’t raise her voice above her normal tongue. She was speaking rationally.
She planned on running her shop in the manner she chose. Just because she was no longer in her village, it didn’t mean she couldn’t have this as her small part of home.
She was well aware that it may not work perfectly especially because from the corner of her eye she could see the ornate seal pressed into the paper the young man was pushing, but she didn’t care. She wouldn’t be pushed around. Even if she was dealing with a lord, lady- stars above- even if it was the empress herself.
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Sept 23, 2018 18:31:47 GMT -8
Keph cocked his head as the tailor appeared, to him, to be making a fairly big deal out of something as simple as him ringing that bell multiple times, on top of that, who in their right mind would only ring a bell once? It'd be like getting your hands on a flute simply to only play a single note!
The young man leaned a tad to the side, looking past the taller woman to the 'customer' that too found herself in the store, then gave her a quick wave and a slight smile - she looked nice enough, there was no point for the tailor to be pulling that poor woman into their disagreement!
He looked agasp as she called him an impertinent child! Why the nerve! He was a valiant adventurer, the best there was! Besides, who was she to talk?! There she was, treating him in a fashion that was insulting - or at least a way Keph thought of as insulting. He crossed his arms and let out a 'hmph!', clearly he was dissatisfied with how he was being treated! Gods, city folk were truly the worst, if he were back home, he'd probably gotten a free mackerel just for shopping at a fish stand, yet here, in Isra, he apparently had to fight his way just to get past the shopkeeper!
Clearly, this was a horrid woman that he was dealing with! Young Keph rose his hand... before planting it once on the bell, carefully, so only a soft 'ding' would sound out. He supposed that if she was going to act this way he might as well be the bigger man, and while it wasn't a written apology, it was an apology of sort for how he used her bell, earlier.
"Can he get his clothing now?" Said the note he had just hastily written and held up.
He kept his arms crossed, eyes looking slightly away from the woman, he was still rather annoyed with how she had addressed him, but he was willing to do his best to ignore it and carry on.
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Dixie Starr
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 21
Physical Description: With long golden hair, bright blue eyes, and a figure that would make a succubus jealous, Dixie is a beauty by anyone's standard. She is of fairly average height, although she frequently wears taller shoes when she has to go out.
Full pic: https://i.imgur.com/EhAX1ME.jpg
Clothes and Equipment: Thanks to her wealthy "friends", Dixie dresses strictly in finery in the current fashions. Most of her clothes are either custom-made or have been altered to fit more comfortably, while still allowing her to breathe.
Allegiances: Isran Empire
Registered: Feb 12, 2018 18:47:04 GMT -8
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Post by Dixie Starr on Sept 23, 2018 18:43:55 GMT -8
Dixie sat back and waited as Raelyn went to tend to the impolite young customer, but found herself perplexed by the one-sided conversation. What was going on, was the boy simply very quiet? Looking over, she saw the boy holding up some sort of note, and got up to investigate. So he was mute...that was interesting. As she stepped over towards Raelyn, she spotted the note on the counter and frowned. The Empress' personal seal...how did he have that? Who was he, that the empress herself was dressing him on her bill? She didn't even get her clothes on the imperial bill! She frowned, annoyed, before composing herself. There had to be some explanation, she had to get to the bottom of this. Stepping up beside Raeyln, she rested her elbows on the counter and leaned over (perhaps unnecessarily far) towards the boy.
"Tell me...who are you? What sort of man are you, little 'Keph'? Who are you to have caught the eye of the empress herself? How is it that you can walk in here and demand to be dressed in the finest on her bill? How is that possible? What did you do for her? Are you some great hero, perhaps? Maybe a mighty dragonslayer?"
She smirked at Keph, wondering if the boy would be able to meet her eye. Somehow, she doubted it. He seemed so young, even younger than her. How was it that he'd gained Naoki's favor, while she was paying for her tailor work out of her own pocket? It wasn't fair. Who was this kid, anyway? He was awfully small, and didn't look to be much of anything. What sort of secrets did he hold?
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Raelyn Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Age: 30
Physical Description: Raelyn stands at a rather modest 5'7". She is built rather solidly but still feminine as she is used to hard work, preferring to work with her own hands. She has long, curly silver locks as is her family's quirk and light violet eyes that are exceptional at reading people. In contrast to her gruff homely exterior, her hands are slender and her fingers are thin, as is necessary for the mastery of her craft.
Clothes and Equipment: She typically wears simple dresses as opposed to the ornate dresses and suits she crafts. She almost always has her apron donned with her sewing equipment at the ready. She prefers to use the sewing kit that her parents got her for her apprenticeship unless she needs to use more sophisticated tools for a particular project.
Allegiances: Isra and The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Whenever I'm awake! Which is often.
Registered: Sept 7, 2018 18:04:26 GMT -8
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Post by Raelyn Fletcher on Sept 27, 2018 17:44:14 GMT -8
Raelyn closed her eyes as she breathed out a heavy exhale, coming to terms with the fact, that was probably the best she would get from the young man. She wasn't exactly satisfied, but the quicker she finished his job, the quicker he'd be out of her shop.
She was about to invite the young man upstairs when Dixie cut in, interrupting them. Her eyes opened and her brow slowly inched upwards on her face at Dixie's questioning and prodding. But more so at her rather... compromising position in front of the young man. She tactfully avoided looking down as she stepped forward and tapped Dixie on the tip of her nose as she had done when she was younger to lightly scold her.
"Dixie. Behave now. He's obviously in a bit of a hurry, so lets get you measured out, get some idea of what exactly you want and then I can go back to your dress and you can cross examine him all that you like." She said as she reached into her apron pocket to pull out the measuring tape.
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Keph
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 227
Age: 18
Physical Description: Standing at 5'2 feet and sporting amazing snow white hair is the one, the only self-proclaimed Master Adventurer: Keph d'Avon. Many question how he'd get such an odd hair color and he isn't quite sure himself. No doubt some oddity related to all the magic in the world, as it surely isn't dyed. While Keph is no doubt a young lad, he looks young even for his age; maybe it's the lack of a beard or that soft, innocent look of his? His demeanor certainly does him no favors in people giving him less years than he's worth.
While Keph has a mostly innocent look that appears to be constantly surprised an enamored with much of what happens around him, it's clear that he's seen some battle. The back of his right hand has a scar that any keen observer would notice to most likely have been made by the swift slice of a blade, the fact that his skin is mostly soft and untarnished makes it only easier to spot this out of the blue. Surprisingly, as innocent and soft as Keph appears he is actually quite athletic and his small size no doubt betrays these physical abilities!
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Clothes and Equipment: A dark brown cloak covers his shoulder, made out of a Platiusm he hunted himself and had an Isran tailor make out of its pelt. The cloak's hood was lined with a variety feathers.
A few spines are still leftover from the prey’s hide, and stick out from his shoulders, the spines, on one side, stab through a glorious shoulder pad made out of an assortment of colourful feathers, stuck onto a thin layer of leather, keeping it all in place. On the other, you have a carved, wooden mask, made by the young man. It has a few more holes than one would expect a mask meant for a human to have, a result of the thin spines having stabbed through it to keep it from ungracefully falling off his shoulder.
Under his cloak, he wears a padded, blue cloth coat, recently extensively repaired, as he refuses to replace this trusty piece of equipment. Not only warm, but fashionable, and provides protection against some cuts. If it's too hot? A white, thin linen shirt is found beneath the coat.
The coat, as nice as it was, was partly hidden under a variety of knick-knacks, bags, and other useful travel equipment:
-A satchel, which hangs from his shoulder and crosses his torso, on the outside of it a few trinkets such as a necklace with a variety of beast teeth and also a bottle of ink, with a quill sticking from its cork;
-The satchel’s belt had been made to function as a bandolier, a set of inky, black… eggs hung from it;
-On top of it all, a finely crafted hunting bow found within a bow holster and a quiver, both crossed in the opposite direction as his satchel, doing its part to conceal his nice clothes beneath his disorganisation.
His legs are kept concealed and warm with a pair of beige linen pants which are kept up by a sturdy leather belt, on them one finds an even larger variety of knick-knacks and tools than his overused satchel - a sword, a dagger, pouches, more trinkets, a small hide pack hanging from the side, and more eggs.
One could only wonder why he needed half of what he kept.
Registered: Mar 7, 2016 20:07:42 GMT -8
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Post by Keph on Sept 29, 2018 18:11:28 GMT -8
Keph had hoped that resolving things with the tailor would've allowed him to just get in his clothing in peace and without further incident, but apparently, this just wasn't one of his luckier days. The customer that he had briefly waved at just moments ago and looked nice enough turned out to perhaps be even worse than the tailor had seemed to him when she first addressed him. Here he was, a simple, young man - well, perhaps a young man of infinite talent and skill, but a simple one none the less - yet he couldn't just go to a business and get his clothing without everyone wanting to get in his way! Now, all of a sudden, he was getting accosted!
The young man perked a brow at the woman, who leaned over the counter to the point of partially exposing her bust to him, now while he wasn't complaining, he wasn't one to just back down because it was a woman confronting him, even if that woman had a chest large enough to cause back problems.
He raised his hand, delivering a light tap on her forehead with his palm, it wasn't any more painful than a slight pinch, but it'd annoy most people - granted, it's not like she didn't deserve it! Who was she to randomly begin asking him personal questions? Why did it matter to her? He would've probably written a particularly long message hitting her where it hurts (that being her looks), but luckily the tailor stepped in.
He pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled - deep breaths now, Keph! With that having seemingly been resolved without much issue, he gave the tailor a thumbs up. He was in a bit of hurry and she looked like she was enough of a professional to get down to business without letting all this personal business get too much in the way.
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Raelyn Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Age: 30
Physical Description: Raelyn stands at a rather modest 5'7". She is built rather solidly but still feminine as she is used to hard work, preferring to work with her own hands. She has long, curly silver locks as is her family's quirk and light violet eyes that are exceptional at reading people. In contrast to her gruff homely exterior, her hands are slender and her fingers are thin, as is necessary for the mastery of her craft.
Clothes and Equipment: She typically wears simple dresses as opposed to the ornate dresses and suits she crafts. She almost always has her apron donned with her sewing equipment at the ready. She prefers to use the sewing kit that her parents got her for her apprenticeship unless she needs to use more sophisticated tools for a particular project.
Allegiances: Isra and The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Whenever I'm awake! Which is often.
Registered: Sept 7, 2018 18:04:26 GMT -8
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Post by Raelyn Fletcher on Sept 29, 2018 18:41:14 GMT -8
Raelyn sighed again as she put her hand behind the man's shoulders and steered him back around the counter, towards the steps to the room where she wold start her work. She was eager to get the boy out of Dixie's reach before anything else unfortunate could happen. The last thing she needed was to pull an enraged Dixie off the strange, rude, little brat.
"Dixie, sweet heart, you just sit down here, help yourself to some tea, and I'll be down soon after everything is set!" She called over her shoulder as she nudged the young man up the stairs before she quickly hurried up herself.
The room upstairs was probably her favorite in the little shop. There was a small stage for the customer to step up to where she could easily get their measurements, but that was not the best part. The walls around the stage were lined with floor length mirrors at every angle so the client could easily see what they looked like and appreciate the fit.
Also there were mannequins with some of her recently finished works between the mirrors, the ornate stitching and quality of fabrics obvious even at a quick glance.
"Well, if you'll take off that cloak and step up on the stage for me, we can get started with your measurements. From there we can discuss if you want an original piece, or you'd like for me to alter something to fit you. An original will take me longer to do and with the apparent rush you're in, I'm not sure if it would be possible." She said as she walked away to grab her book to make notes in.
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Dixie Starr
Established
Roleplay posts: 49
Age: 21
Physical Description: With long golden hair, bright blue eyes, and a figure that would make a succubus jealous, Dixie is a beauty by anyone's standard. She is of fairly average height, although she frequently wears taller shoes when she has to go out.
Full pic: https://i.imgur.com/EhAX1ME.jpg
Clothes and Equipment: Thanks to her wealthy "friends", Dixie dresses strictly in finery in the current fashions. Most of her clothes are either custom-made or have been altered to fit more comfortably, while still allowing her to breathe.
Allegiances: Isran Empire
Registered: Feb 12, 2018 18:47:04 GMT -8
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Post by Dixie Starr on Oct 1, 2018 15:54:05 GMT -8
Dixie frowned, somewhat miffed at Raelyn's poke and chiding. She didn't like being told to behave, as that implied that she was misbehaving. Did Raelyn think she was still a kid? Who was she, to scold her like she was her mother? However, the mild slight was nothing compared to the affront of Keph pushing her away. She gasped, and would have raised her hand to slap him if Raelyn hadn't pulled him away. Who did he think he was? How dare he touch her, much less shove her away? She glared at the boy, wanting nothing more than to smack him in his smug little face. How could anyone be so rude? The shock and sudden rage left her just as speechless as he was.
Raelyn's attempts to mollify her did little to calm her down. Dixie seethed as she stepped back from the counter, whispering "You'll get what's coming to you, boy," before turning and walking over to where she'd been sitting before. She poured herself a mug of tea, still watching Raelyn and Keph they walked up the stairs. Dixie was sweet, but she had a short temper, and she was very capable of holding a grudge.
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