Lucan Darksbane
Established
"Who stole my pants?!"
Roleplay posts: 32
Age: 23
Physical Description: 6'2'' A lean 213 lbs very athletic
He is broad shouldered and toned.
His hair is silver and unkempt. He has a very handsome face with a scar over his left eye. His eye is a piercing silver.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothes are tattered and dirty but upon closer inspection, it has the look of a nobleman's garbs. The only thing he had kept is a pair of silver signet rings that he wears on his neck. He always has some sort of alcohol on him and stays drunk.
Allegiances: To himself and his partner
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 8:20:02 GMT -8
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Post by Lucan Darksbane on Feb 7, 2020 17:43:00 GMT -8
Lucan raised a brow and smiled. "Aye you've seen my back. I've taken worse but this is about principle here love. They did wrong they got what they deserved." He said shifting a bit in his seat leaning back a little testing how flush the chair was to the floor. "Plus. I can pay. I come into money quite often after all, like I said I am a damn good hunter. Plus I have a storehouse of goods I need to sell off. Besides let's face it I'm sure you have a bounty somewhere, they throw those things around like they are nothing for the stupidest of things." He looked down and up his face as hard as stone "I bow to no man. Not no, not again. I have something I need to do and pathetic peons like those guards and their corrupt lap dogs are nothing." His accent faded, his eyes grew intense. The drunkard was gone, before her in the chair was a being of pure rage and hatred. His accent bore of nobility, central Isra if one had to guess.
He sat there in silence, his voice was now deep and lifeless "Let me go. I don't hurt anyone who isn't my target, but it doesn't mean I won't hurt you if you are in my way." He said not out of arrogance, of confidence. "I won't be slowed down for a petty bounty. Ever. There are much bigger fishes to catch out there."
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Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Age: 25
Physical Description: Rising at an ordinary 5'8", Kas is a slight, but athletic young woman. She has a head of dark hair paired with golden eyes and skin bronzed by the sun. She has thin features that can typically be seen twisted into a daring grin.
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Clothes and Equipment: Kas finds whatever she can on the road. She pillages, loots, and occasionally steals (from those who don't deserve it anyway), and always has a wide variety of clothing, armor, and weapons. Whatever she can carry, she keeps.
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Registered: Jul 8, 2019 18:25:00 GMT -8
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Post by Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit on Feb 8, 2020 16:09:10 GMT -8
Kasimir's eyes scanned her prisoner's, trying to read his intentions. It wasn't so easy. She did take notice of something he said, something he seemed fixated on. She pondered on it for a moment as he struggled. The warrior had been very careful with those knots, tying them in places that he couldn't worm out, making sure that any extra struggling was painful and exhausting.
"Your target," she began, glare unwavering. "The man who killed your father. Who could that be?"
The woman had no doubt he was from Isra from the start, as she had no reason to believe otherwise. Giving it more thought, she realized that her short stay in Isra did not grace her with ample knowledge of its families and politics. Even her time at the Silver Dragon Sanctuary, listening to James and Regina bicker endlessly on such topics had no mention of "Darksbane."
One thing she did know, was that he was on a dangerous path.
"Are you looking to murder him?"
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Lucan Darksbane
Established
"Who stole my pants?!"
Roleplay posts: 32
Age: 23
Physical Description: 6'2'' A lean 213 lbs very athletic
He is broad shouldered and toned.
His hair is silver and unkempt. He has a very handsome face with a scar over his left eye. His eye is a piercing silver.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothes are tattered and dirty but upon closer inspection, it has the look of a nobleman's garbs. The only thing he had kept is a pair of silver signet rings that he wears on his neck. He always has some sort of alcohol on him and stays drunk.
Allegiances: To himself and his partner
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 8:20:02 GMT -8
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Post by Lucan Darksbane on Feb 8, 2020 16:29:58 GMT -8
Lucan eyed down to the necklace "My name is Lucan Astrius, of the Astrius Shipping Empire in Central Isra. My uncle killed my father using an assassin. I supposed to be dead too, but the assassin failed." He said flatly and his voice was deep and lifeless "I was framed for it only after my Uncle learned of my survival. Months after my resurfacing. I supposed even with the wound I wouldn't have survived if not for a passing Master Monk. He was wrong." His jaw tensed his teeth grounded a bit, "I aim to dismember every bit of the Empire that my father built and my uncle turned into a gang of criminals. I plan to kill all of the bastards in his pocket, watch him suffer and then I am going to beat him to death with my bare hands." He said with conviction, no matter what he will do this. "The bastard took everything from me. I am going to burn everything he cares for to the ground." His silver eyes showed a deep anger his muscles tensed up. "I will not stop until my hands are at his throat."
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Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Age: 25
Physical Description: Rising at an ordinary 5'8", Kas is a slight, but athletic young woman. She has a head of dark hair paired with golden eyes and skin bronzed by the sun. She has thin features that can typically be seen twisted into a daring grin.
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Clothes and Equipment: Kas finds whatever she can on the road. She pillages, loots, and occasionally steals (from those who don't deserve it anyway), and always has a wide variety of clothing, armor, and weapons. Whatever she can carry, she keeps.
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Registered: Jul 8, 2019 18:25:00 GMT -8
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Post by Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit on Feb 11, 2020 13:26:33 GMT -8
Kasimir folded her arms, gazing at the man with an expression very unlike her; brows knitted, hand to her mouth, eyes reflecting the many thoughts going through her head. Leaning forward, she got to her feet, took a stiff step toward him, then planted her hands on her knees so that she was level with him.
"When I was in Vessia, my father taught me to be a warrior. When we tried to leave, he was struck down, full of so many holes he was made into minced meat. I know the men who did it. I saw their faces as I ran." She paused, searching his eyes. "And for years to come, all I wanted was to slaughter them. It devoured me. It shaped who I was. It made my choices." She shook her head. "But it's not what my father wanted. I decided to live his dream, becoming free, going where I truly wanted, and not where the venom of hatred willed for me."
The warrior rose, walking behind the prisoner. Her sword sang as she unsheathed it. "I do not fear you," she began, placing the blade gently on the back of his neck. "But I do fear where this journey may take you."
It rose, then swept through the air, breaking apart the ropes that kept him bound.
"Keeping you apprehended will not cure your rage. Perhaps you will find something that will."
The sword went to rest in its scabbard. The warrior started toward the door. "Try to stay out of the village people's business in the meantime, yeah? You're a real handful."
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Lucan Darksbane
Established
"Who stole my pants?!"
Roleplay posts: 32
Age: 23
Physical Description: 6'2'' A lean 213 lbs very athletic
He is broad shouldered and toned.
His hair is silver and unkempt. He has a very handsome face with a scar over his left eye. His eye is a piercing silver.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothes are tattered and dirty but upon closer inspection, it has the look of a nobleman's garbs. The only thing he had kept is a pair of silver signet rings that he wears on his neck. He always has some sort of alcohol on him and stays drunk.
Allegiances: To himself and his partner
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 8:20:02 GMT -8
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Post by Lucan Darksbane on Feb 11, 2020 23:09:59 GMT -8
Lucan's eye met hers as she went through things her mind, his own eye reflected the horrors of the past. A grizzly reminder of fate when his eyes close. He stopped struggling at this point seeing as there was no way out and it was painful. When she bent down to look at him closer he relaxed more. Then she told him her story.
He let out a sigh when she finished talking about her father, "I was right. Products of a cruel fate." He said softly looking down and away from her. "It's all I can think about, everytime I close my eyes, it's all I see over and over and over again. The sword through his chest and then the next minute the blade struck me. I thought I was dead. I remember waking up next to my father, the warm blood pouring out of my face. I tried to wake him but he was gone. I took the signet ring and ran, and kept running. I ended up running for days." He bit his lip and looked down against pain flashed in his eyes his eyes would water up. "Then the bastard puts a bounty on my head months later. Must have thought I was dead. Until I showed up and stole a shipment from him. He runs slaves, drugs, and other things. All for the pursuit of more money. That's all it was. Money." He shook his head and looked away.
He wouldn't even look up as she walked around him, nor when she pulled her blade. The cold steel place against his neck, it almost felt like a reprieve. He sighed waiting for death to come but yet... The sound of the bindings being cut said death will have to wait "You.. Are freeing me?.." he stood up slowly rubbing his elbows "Why?"
He looked down "Perhaps.. You are right. There are other ways. Stealing his stuff is marginally more fun... And profitable. I sell the really products the were disguising his illegal products at a cheaper price to people that need it. Conveniently most of the guards he hires have bounties so it's so been easy."
He would reach out and place a hand on her shoulder, "Stay. Please. Maybe.. Maybe you can help. You are like the second person I've ever told about this.. and well.. You know this pain" He did smile and turn her slightly "And I did pay for the night you know. We can drink and make better memories. Never did finish my bath anyways." He laughed and went to his bag, he reach into a hidden compartment and pulled out a bigger bag of coin "Here. For missing out on your bounty." He tossed it at her "I actually do like your company Sibylle" he would plop on the bed, "Besides we already see each other naked. Might as well get to know each other." He laughed and pulled out an unopen bottle of wine. "Come now don't be getting shy nooow."
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Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Age: 25
Physical Description: Rising at an ordinary 5'8", Kas is a slight, but athletic young woman. She has a head of dark hair paired with golden eyes and skin bronzed by the sun. She has thin features that can typically be seen twisted into a daring grin.
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Clothes and Equipment: Kas finds whatever she can on the road. She pillages, loots, and occasionally steals (from those who don't deserve it anyway), and always has a wide variety of clothing, armor, and weapons. Whatever she can carry, she keeps.
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Registered: Jul 8, 2019 18:25:00 GMT -8
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Post by Sibylle Kasimir Rozenwit on Feb 18, 2020 15:12:08 GMT -8
When he took her hand, she lashed around, staring him impatiently in the eye. It was already so difficult for her to set him free! Now he wanted her to stay? Oh, he loved to test his luck.
She caught the bag of coins, testing its weight. Opening it briefly, she made a swift consensus of its contents and raised a brow. Not a bad amount, however-
The coin bag was thrown back at Lucan. "I am not a real whore," she fussed. "And though that is my name, I don't go by Sibylle anymore. You will call me Kasimir." Her arms crossed as she leaned on one leg. "And you're going to tell me exactly what makes you think I'm entitled to my time. If you don't have an answer, then you're just going to have to find one. Kindred spirits is not the only thing I look for in a partner."
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Lucan Darksbane
Established
"Who stole my pants?!"
Roleplay posts: 32
Age: 23
Physical Description: 6'2'' A lean 213 lbs very athletic
He is broad shouldered and toned.
His hair is silver and unkempt. He has a very handsome face with a scar over his left eye. His eye is a piercing silver.
Clothes and Equipment: His clothes are tattered and dirty but upon closer inspection, it has the look of a nobleman's garbs. The only thing he had kept is a pair of silver signet rings that he wears on his neck. He always has some sort of alcohol on him and stays drunk.
Allegiances: To himself and his partner
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 8:20:02 GMT -8
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Post by Lucan Darksbane on Feb 20, 2020 3:36:28 GMT -8
Lucan leveled his Silver eyes with her golden ones. His face was again stone serious "No. You are not but you are giving up coin to set me free, the least I can do is even the price out. At least for the little honor I have left." He still held the bag out almost as if he is insisting on her taking it. "I don't like being in people's debt." He said with conviction.
On the bed Lucan sprawled, "Have it your way Kas." He waved his hand nonchalant as he didn't even look towards her from starting at the ceiling "You are clever. What do you think I want from you hmm? Hunting is best done in pairs, back to back. We both know this." He said taking a swig of the rum and holding the bottle out for her to drink out of. "No worries love. No drugs." He teased "You are the only one that successfully caught me. Many have tried but all but you failed. That means alot." He put up both hands to imitate a lazy shrug "That's something in my book and from a business stand point we could do a world of good!" He sniffed and gulped more rum, it's effects becoming apparent" ".... Or bad." He paused and took a breath " Or both! Probably both." He put up a finger "Besides you think I get as far as I have if I was just some goon?" He sat up and smiled, "How about a test eh? There's a group of bandits nearby causing a bit of trouble for the locals, that's why I came here." He reached into his back and pulled out a leather bound book filled with different wanted posters from over the years, one opened it showed the faces, the date of death or capture and the coin paid. Some of these were even high value targets. Some were solo, some with a group, last few was with a person with the initial T but until recently the Ts stopped and he was solo. The last few pages had the next targets. Surprisingly his handwriting was immaculate for a drunkard, as if he took his time with his records. "There is 4 total, Braxton the Mange, Fleck, Briss, Keyn. Braxton is the leader, used to be a butcher or something, I guess it didn't pay enough. He went from butchering to thievry to murder. The rest kinda flocked to him like flys on shit." He nods to the book "A test run. Then when it works out you'll have to admit you like me juuust a little bit." He laughed and winked at her, "We leave at dusk. For now we drink!"
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