"Analucia"
Established
Seeking adventure in the great wide somewhere
Roleplay posts: 38 
Age: Sixt--er, twenty one. Definitely.
Physical Description: Arenna-- um, that is, ANALUCIA-- is of middling height, with classic Rondí coloring of cafe con crema skin, dark chocolate hair, yet with eyes that border on hazel. She has small but pert breasts, a slim waist, and full hips and bottom.
Clothes and Equipment: The Prince-- that is to say, the ADVENTURESS is always in well made and tailored clothing, with a Rondī blade at her hip and a stiletto at her boot.
Allegiances: The Kingdom of Rondón
Player's online availability : Odd hours
Registered: Feb 6, 2018 11:50:58 GMT -8
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Post by "Analucia" on Aug 5, 2019 12:58:39 GMT -8
Arenna was openly shocked as Atraedor came out from the bushes and attacked the mammoth thing. Her arms clutched around her, nails digging into her skin as she suddenly felt frozen where she was -- should she run? should she stay? She felt ridiculous, honestly, and as she decided to try and go for her clothes, Atraedor was instead tossed right into her.
She cried out in surprise and then was instantly engulfed in water, her elbow smacking a stone beneath the water as she once again came up sputtering and stumbling, reaching out for something to steady her as her dark hair fell in front of her face again. Arenna was coughing hard but trying to speak as she was. "M-My clothes," she said as she cleared her face of wet tresses.
"Are you sure he's dangerous?" She asked Atraedor with doubt in her voice.
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Atraedor
Established
Roleplay posts: 34 
Physical Description: About 1.8 to 1.85 cm tall and features black hair with white strands and dark, blue/grey-ish skin and eyes of the same color. Atreador has pointy ears, a rather slim face and several scars, the two most prominent crossing each other on the left side of his forehead. He would seem about 35 to 45 years old when compared to a human.
Clothes and Equipment: Atraedor carry nothing but a dark brown cloak.
Registered: Jul 16, 2018 10:48:51 GMT -8
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Post by Atraedor on Aug 11, 2019 12:51:33 GMT -8
Splashing into the water, Atraedor flapped his arms to make it to the surface again. It was a relatively shallow depths and after regaining his footing he stood right up - eyes dotting back and forth between Analucia and the huge mammoth like monster he had failed to kill in a spectacular display of miss judging his enemy's strength - and his own. As he stood there he felt weak, but looking at Analucia who was naked but for the hair covering her chest, coughing and probably still butt hungry after having gotten no food for the last day or so, his own misfortune seemed a little less important right now.
She looked miserable for the lack of better words, but Atraedor tried to not look at her, trying not to rub it in. She was lacking her clothes and Atraedor held up both palms in a quieting manner towards the monster.
"Are... you asking who we are? I am Atreador from Taingaard and this is Analucia of Rondón..!" he said trying to smooth his hoarse voice the best he could and moved backwards calmly and grasped the clothes that Analucia had left on land.
"How about you let her dress - and then we talk?" he said, the mammoth monster apparently letting him go on about his little business offering him only a chuckle, as Atraedor side stepped his way over to Analucia and handed her her clothes, turning his head the opposite direction. "What makes you so damn sure doesn't see us as little two legged potatoes..?" he whispered, his gaze still turned from the young girl.
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