Faisine of the Usque
Dedicated
The songbird sings her soft melody...
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 24
Physical Description: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Clothes and Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Registered: Feb 13, 2015 19:45:34 GMT -8
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Post by Faisine of the Usque on May 25, 2019 16:53:36 GMT -8
"I thank you for the kind offer," she said to the man who spoke to she and the other lass. She gave a gracious bow with a quiet dignity about her. "Well met, Yamato Sano," she said whilst observing him. "There is nothing to fight at this moment, no dragons to slay. But I will most certainly tell you if you are needed." She glanced toward the redhead and watched only briefly as she retrieved a drink.
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Yamato Sano
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 17
Physical Description: He stood 5’8 inches and wieghed 170 pounds, his caramel complexion could be seen from a distance away, his figure seemed untrain due to the lack of muscles from his buildp. His hair was dark green color with a few hints of his black natural hair color, on his upper left arm wore the kanji for “Death” in a bright crimson tone. His hazel eyes could remind people of the coming of fall, his face was smooth almost comparable to that of a newborn.
Clothes and Equipment: A greenish-brown jacket which he usually wears only to hide the tattoo on his left arm, underneath it is a white sleeveless shirt made from a cheap cotton he once gathered; from the same cotton was the stretchable black pants he possessed. His black shoes were once his father’s which at another point in time belong to one of his old nieghbors. Two silver blade katana and sheathes which came with them.
Allegiances: N/A
Registered: May 20, 2019 1:55:45 GMT -8
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Post by Yamato Sano on May 26, 2019 7:24:13 GMT -8
Yamato grabbed one of the drinks the fae were serving, took a sip “Dragons.” He repeated softly to the group then gave a small smirk, he’d only heard of such things from the golbins who lived as poor as he did, he assumed they were only stories they told to scare him. “It’s rude of me not to ask someone as beautiful as yourself, what is your name, miss?” He asked faisine, before putting the cup to his head and talking a chug of the drink, his foot lightly tapping against the floor. He waited for a response, before finishing off the last of his drink and resting the mug on a nearby table.
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Faisine of the Usque
Dedicated
The songbird sings her soft melody...
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 24
Physical Description: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Clothes and Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Registered: Feb 13, 2015 19:45:34 GMT -8
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Post by Faisine of the Usque on May 26, 2019 15:58:59 GMT -8
"Faisine," she said, brows lifting at the man calling her beautiful in the manner of a flirt almost. Fai gave a smile and a bow the same as she had to others, and then she pocketed the vial. She sipped at her own drink and grimaced at the effects it had opposed to it's flavor, and she set her drink down. She then stepped away from the crowd of people because of unease, though not anyone's fault in particular. If someone chose to follow her, she would not really have anything to say at that moment. She seemed quite introverted, shy.
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Yamato Sano
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 17
Physical Description: He stood 5’8 inches and wieghed 170 pounds, his caramel complexion could be seen from a distance away, his figure seemed untrain due to the lack of muscles from his buildp. His hair was dark green color with a few hints of his black natural hair color, on his upper left arm wore the kanji for “Death” in a bright crimson tone. His hazel eyes could remind people of the coming of fall, his face was smooth almost comparable to that of a newborn.
Clothes and Equipment: A greenish-brown jacket which he usually wears only to hide the tattoo on his left arm, underneath it is a white sleeveless shirt made from a cheap cotton he once gathered; from the same cotton was the stretchable black pants he possessed. His black shoes were once his father’s which at another point in time belong to one of his old nieghbors. Two silver blade katana and sheathes which came with them.
Allegiances: N/A
Registered: May 20, 2019 1:55:45 GMT -8
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Post by Yamato Sano on May 26, 2019 18:29:25 GMT -8
‘Faisine’ it was both a rare and beautiful name, the smile and bow brought the thought of how many nobles greeted each other. The process of bowing when introducing oneself wasn’t something he was quite accustomed to even when seeing so many people due it, he simply nodded as a reaction to her bow. He watched as she sipped on the drink then placed it down, her distasteful reaction made it obvious it wasn’t exactly her cup of tea; his neutral faicial expression quickly went to a smile holding back a chuckle. When she walked away yamato followed her and stood beside her letting the music speak for them until he opened his mouth letting the words erupt from his fairly moist lips “faisine, is a lovely name.” he spoke, his eyes peeked over the peak of his shoulder onto her.
“ is it...” the words began to leave his mouth but had stop when both of his lips fibally got together he couldn’t exactly think of much to say, yet was still trying to find something to ask “are you a noble or at least work with them” he questioned taking a shot at guessing of what she does.
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Faisine of the Usque
Dedicated
The songbird sings her soft melody...
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 24
Physical Description: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Clothes and Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Registered: Feb 13, 2015 19:45:34 GMT -8
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Post by Faisine of the Usque on May 26, 2019 18:50:44 GMT -8
"I am a noble, yes..." She glanced over to the one who had followed her. He might notice the stringed instrument strapped to the side of her rucksack, a fine instrument indeed which indicated her noble birth for certain. "My father was a Duke before the great cataclysm. Technically I would be called a princess in some areas, though I am simply just Lady Faisine... As I said, by birth... But now? I highly doubt my title counts for anything anymore." She wasn't the least bit bitter sounding either, she had long since been at peace during her self imposed exile from people. "Right now you may call me Guardian Regent of the Usque if it pleases you," she flipped her hand carelessly. Of course she cared about THAT title, but the rest just seemed like it was best left in the past.
She turned and craned her head back to look up at him, clearly dwarfed by him.
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Gwyneth Sol
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 21
Physical Description: Gwyneth stands at a modest height of 5'8". She is very slim and slender- to the point that people may worry of breaking her by bumping into her. Runes adorn most every part of her body, trailing down her arms, on the palms of her hands, and down her long limbs. Her gray hair is typically half braided back but allowed to flow freely.
Clothes and Equipment: She is typically seen wearing her worn and weathered hooded cape and a long dress that trails along the ground. She wears a thick leather belt that had various powders, liquids, and odd talismans hanging from it. She also carries a large gnarled staff with her with a glowing golden stone within it that hums with power.
Registered: Sept 29, 2018 12:05:52 GMT -8
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Post by Gwyneth Sol on May 26, 2019 19:53:26 GMT -8
Gwyneth, who had been about to answer Faisine's question about whether she was a mage, watched the exchange between the two, losing the ability to speak up or interject back into the conversation. She wasn't the most chatty after all and was just a bit prone to feeling out of place as a group grew larger. The tips of her ears turned red as she continued to listen to the exchange, fidgetting a bit with her staff. It took a good amount of effort not to pull up her hood to hide her face once again. She just took a drink from another passing fairy to preoccupy herself even as she toyed with her staff.
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Khepri
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 173
Physical Description: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings spread outward from her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame.
Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features.
Though the woman seems like a nubile goddess, fingers that end in claws and feet ending in talons do add a frighteningly harsh reality to her image.
When the sun vanishes from the sky, all that is not human about the woman departs, leaving a small, defenseless dame behind.
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Clothes and Equipment: Khepri carries little, save for the string around her neck that holds a round gemstone absorbing sunlight.
When out of sunlight and without the gem, her wings become a heavy cloak.
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Registered: Nov 20, 2017 18:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Khepri on May 27, 2019 7:49:43 GMT -8
Shortly after the first few party-goers arrived, another flood decided to join. The most noticeable one was sitting on the shoulders of another, pleating little braids in his long hair. She was copper-skinned, dark hair that rolled down her back like a river, vast, black wings that stretched up into the air towards the sky, and a body dotted with golden feathers and scales that caught the sun and reflected it in every direction around her. Some would mistake her for a harpy, perhaps a fae, but she was nothing so simple, nor so beastly or mysterious, though she shared many traits with the fair folk of the summer court.
With a toothy smile, she lifted herself up and pushed off of her friend's shoulders, looping through the air to greet the other guests. How exciting! She had never been to a party quite like this before, in another realm of all things. She circled for a while until she spotted two figures speaking to one another, one of which she could only guess was this... "Chesknight."
Swooping downward, she came to a slow halt beside them, hanging upside-down. With a smirk, she gave them a wink and a greeting.
"Good day to you both. I am Khepri, Bird of Paradise. I believe you must be Chesknight, am I correct?" She then looked towards the taller guest, the one with hair like amber, with a thickness to her muscles that reminded her of someone that wasn't invited. "And... who might you be?"
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Jochi
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 20
Physical Description: Lean, tan, long-haired, and strapping, this young man takes great pride in his personal appearance- and for good reason! He's often seen with an impish smile on his face.
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Clothes and Equipment: Jochi enjoys a wide assortment of colorful clothing, usually made of dyed cotton or wool, with an occasional expensive item made of silk.
He also carries a flute, his weapon of choice as a bard, though he is also armed with a long knife, usually used for skinning animals.
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Allegiances: Toragana
Registered: Oct 21, 2018 19:02:54 GMT -8
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Post by Jochi on May 27, 2019 8:28:22 GMT -8
Abandoned by the gilded courtesan, the man with fine features and a myriad of braids in his hair laughed. At a glance it was apparent he was a man from the far east, though he didn't seem strictly from Tawakoshi or Quying. He wore the best clothing he could afford from his land, all of which included an incredibly colorful, bright blue deel lined with white, and fancy upturned boots that matched.
Though every part of him looked human, there was an undeniable presence about him that wasn't. He wasn't fae either, nor a spirit or a creature, but wild magic clung and floated about him as naturally as it did everyone else at Midsomar. He paused shortly behind the Paradise Bird and also gave a bow to the Chesknight and Freya.
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A Spirit Guardian
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Physical Description: As a spirit of nature, this guardian has many forms, changing with the seasons, the weather, or to match her surroundings. One consistency is her pale skin and bright eyes that mimic a full moon.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: May 15, 2018 20:06:46 GMT -8
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Post by A Spirit Guardian on May 27, 2019 8:49:33 GMT -8
The third was a spirit, one who had traveled with the other two without stirring their notice. Unable to pierce the barrier between her realm and their own outside of her territory, she found them conjoin as she entered the festival.
A strangeness washed over her, suddenly being able to be seen by so many people. One person, maybe two, every few months was all she was accustomed to, but here there were four, five, ten, thirty, more- so many more! All who could train their eyes directly in her position, no, at her. Though ages old, having drawn breath for many years before the cataclysm, she found herself stunned.
This feeling melted away the further into the festival she walked in, easing her into a sense of enjoyment and comfort. She knew exactly what was coming over her, as she used the very same trick. She did not fight it, nor did she think she could, even with her magic. Many of the fae here were older than even herself, creatures conjured by nature, where she was born through the prayers of humans.
Even here, the spirit's form was inconsistent. It flickered and flowed, and though her face and shape were mostly consistent, sometimes she could be seen with antlers, other times gills, then in another moment her skin was the same as tree bark, and in another, illuminating like the evening sky. Here and there, her hair was made of vines or adorned with flowers, perhaps short and striped with vibrant orange and black. She carried with her all the sights of the Kiyonai forest.
She waited her turn behind her oblivious, but jovial traveling companions, though when the Chesknight was ready to receive her, she would give him a curtsy before she was on her way.
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Yamato Sano
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 17
Physical Description: He stood 5’8 inches and wieghed 170 pounds, his caramel complexion could be seen from a distance away, his figure seemed untrain due to the lack of muscles from his buildp. His hair was dark green color with a few hints of his black natural hair color, on his upper left arm wore the kanji for “Death” in a bright crimson tone. His hazel eyes could remind people of the coming of fall, his face was smooth almost comparable to that of a newborn.
Clothes and Equipment: A greenish-brown jacket which he usually wears only to hide the tattoo on his left arm, underneath it is a white sleeveless shirt made from a cheap cotton he once gathered; from the same cotton was the stretchable black pants he possessed. His black shoes were once his father’s which at another point in time belong to one of his old nieghbors. Two silver blade katana and sheathes which came with them.
Allegiances: N/A
Registered: May 20, 2019 1:55:45 GMT -8
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Post by Yamato Sano on May 27, 2019 9:05:44 GMT -8
“Ahh so you’re technically a princess, that explains the beauty.” He gave a short chuckle, after say such a thing. He listened carefully as she spoke to him “well, its not the worse upbringing my father was a blacksmith who tended to young new adventurer who couldn’t quite afford to buy his weapon, my mother was a simple housewife, but i feel like my grandfathers were better off than their kids.” He gave a slight pause and a sigh before continuing his story “they both were swordsmen who never meet each other until my mother was pregnant with me.” He spoke looking over to her to watch her reaction.
“Guardian regent!” He called out “how is it that you were able to stumble upon such a title?” He question slowly yet lightly leaning his shoulder onto hers.
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Faisine of the Usque
Dedicated
The songbird sings her soft melody...
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 24
Physical Description: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Clothes and Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Registered: Feb 13, 2015 19:45:34 GMT -8
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Post by Faisine of the Usque on May 27, 2019 9:55:51 GMT -8
She gave him a sidelong look, "Just because one is a princess, doesn't mean they are beautiful. Besides, there are beauties about that you ignore for plain old me. Look over at the young lady I was talking to. She's beautiful." Faisine turned her attention back to the music. "I see," she said. She wasn't so sure on how to react to the man talking about his upbringing. Or was he just a young buck? He was quite talkative.
"It's my job," she said, "to guard the Usque."
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A Spirit Guardian
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Physical Description: As a spirit of nature, this guardian has many forms, changing with the seasons, the weather, or to match her surroundings. One consistency is her pale skin and bright eyes that mimic a full moon.
Allegiances: Tawakoshi
Registered: May 15, 2018 20:06:46 GMT -8
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Post by A Spirit Guardian on May 27, 2019 17:56:18 GMT -8
The spirit did not know much of human manners, which bode well for her here. She walked wherever her curiosity struck her, and curiosity led her toward the fair-haired lady and the lanky lad. Both were human, far as she could tell, though one had a little something else to her.
Approaching, she didn't say much at first, feeling a mild tenseness in the air where such feelings were supposed to melt away. Looking between them with eyes like a waning moon, she smirked. If only the spirits of serendipity and misfortune were allowed to follow. They would have made a perfect in.
"I did not know humans could cross over into such a realm," she told them both. "What an honor it must be. The summer fae are not anything if not welcoming. Have you two been here long?"
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Chesknight
Committed
Roleplay posts: 57
Physical Description: About three and a half feet tall, and rotund. The Chesknight never removes his armor, and has two glowing, amber eyes peeking beneath his helmet. His arms and legs are short, limiting his mobility.
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Clothes and Equipment: Equipped fully in a suit of curious armor seemingly made from large acorns, it holds as fast as any steel. He wears a cloak of leaves, which seems to serve no purpose and wields a sword of amber which seems to function similarly to a normal metal one. He also wears a ring that allows him to discern his location is focused on for about 5 minutes.
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Player's online availability : Frequent
Registered: Dec 8, 2017 19:08:39 GMT -8
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Post by Chesknight on May 27, 2019 18:19:30 GMT -8
The Chesknight was clearly enthused by the declaration Freya had for her homeland's property, and he raised his drink high (For him, at least) before pressing the edge of the cup to his helmet where lips should have been and, tilting his head back, drained it. There was no spillage, yet the drink was absent from the cup as surely as if it had been knocked back by a barbarian chief. In fact, one could almost have heard the tiny gulps...although it sounded peculiarly like the fae vocalizing the word "Gulp" in quiet tones. "This was alcohol left as reserved for the Summer Court." he explained pleasantly. "It was the dew of a flower, each the size of a man and would produce a keg a day! Unfortunately, the secrets were lost as the fog rolled over my former home." he added, although without the glum one might have expected.
Hearing his title, however, the Fae turned, peering up at the lovely Khepri and her man-servant as they approached. "I am indeed the Chesknight! I am thrilled you have come to join us, Lady Khepri, Bird of Paradise! I have heard many things about you. Some of them good!" he added quickly, as if the addendum might make it seem less suspect. "And this is Lady Haldar, of Taingaard!"
A number of fae danced and laughed, staring at Khepri and the others as they whispered secret thoughts into pointed ears and giggled, dancing away.
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Rook
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Age: 56
Physical Description: Fair and strong-featured Rook closely fits one's definition of typical beauty. His hair is long and white, broken only by two small antlers sprouting from the top of his head due to his Satyr nature.
He stands at 5'05" (Minus the horns) and his eyes are golden, piercing things. His legs and feet are slender and terminate in delicate hooves.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rook wears loose clothing of earthy colors and often wears a mantle of white fur. He also adorns himself in several trinkets he's found in his travels.
He has a harp he carries with him, and amuses himself with its music.
While armed with a wicked short sword and knife, he often opts to use his tongue and spells.
Has a bow with arrows.
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Registered: Mar 14, 2018 21:17:49 GMT -8
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Post by Rook on May 27, 2019 18:51:57 GMT -8
If there were anything in the world Rook was good at, it was finding the one person who didn't want to do something and making them do it anyways. In this case, as he danced and made merry, he caught sight of a meek little thing. Picking up a second cup of the honey-drink he approached Gwyneth, settling in next to her.
"You're far too beautiful to be here all alone!" he exclaimed, offering her the cup. With a sly grin, his golden eyes sparkled with mischief. "You're one of the Chesknight always invites, aren't you?"
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Gwyneth Sol
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 21
Physical Description: Gwyneth stands at a modest height of 5'8". She is very slim and slender- to the point that people may worry of breaking her by bumping into her. Runes adorn most every part of her body, trailing down her arms, on the palms of her hands, and down her long limbs. Her gray hair is typically half braided back but allowed to flow freely.
Clothes and Equipment: She is typically seen wearing her worn and weathered hooded cape and a long dress that trails along the ground. She wears a thick leather belt that had various powders, liquids, and odd talismans hanging from it. She also carries a large gnarled staff with her with a glowing golden stone within it that hums with power.
Registered: Sept 29, 2018 12:05:52 GMT -8
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Post by Gwyneth Sol on May 27, 2019 23:01:34 GMT -8
Gwyneth jumped slightly at suddenly being addressed having been trying to think of a way to politely and gracefully extricated herself from the conversation that had been hijacked. She turned to see the satyr there before the tips of her ears turned a brilliant scarlet from the compliment both from the woman she had been talking to and this new character. She really was no sight to look at. Her fae features did give her some elegance and grace, but the human blood served to curb the beauty sufficiently. Being as consumed in her work as she was as well, her appearance was also typically an after thought. She had thought to wash her hair and touch up her runes before coming, but that was all really.
With no small amount of hesitation, she took the offered drink with a soft 'thank you' before nodding. "Ah... yes. N-Not to the alone comment- I'm used to be a-alone- I am typically only with the forest as my company- But y-yes to the invite. Chesknight typically invites me. W-When I am not away collecting supplies... I... T-Try to be here." She said, fussing with her cane. Her eyes did flit around a bit landing upon the new arrivals and the other party goers before looking back at him, looking in his general direction.
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Freya Haldar
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: 23
Physical Description: Freya is a tall druid woman and Taingaardian woman standing 1.80 m tall with visible strength to her body. She has a fair complexion and wine red hair that curls down to her elbows and some of her locks have been braided. She has brown eyes, though they turn yellow whenever she channels her animalistic powers.
Clothes and Equipment: Freya wears a hybrid leather and chain mail armor along with her druid amulet around her neck. She has a rune inscribed sword at her left and often carries a bow and arrows on her back.
Registered: Jul 9, 2018 13:09:42 GMT -8
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Post by Freya Haldar on May 28, 2019 1:01:57 GMT -8
Freya would finish her cup rather quickly the honeyed drink passing a lot easier than it perhaps should considering the amount of alcohol she felt already affecting her body, but it was not an uncomfortable dizziness but rather a gentle injection of... mirth. At least that was the best way she could describe it right now and the cautious expression turned to a slightly more amiable grin really quickly - especially aided by the comical Chesknight drinking his cup in that very amusing way. Covering her mouth with her hand in a much more lady like fashion than she was used to she chuckled and quite forgot that she was disappointed that she couldn't get the recipe.
"You're very... 'rotund' aren't you?" she asked leaning slightly backwards her words also indicating the Chesknight's general mood and behavior matching his funny looks. "This Summer Court is where you're from then? It sounds like a marvelous place!" she then asked a bit more sincerely - but it wasn't long before another odd creature interjected herself into their conversation. "And you're very... Upside down..!" Freya carefully pointing her finger at Khepri trying to find fitting words for these people that weren't too insulting.
"Yes I am Freya Haldar of Taingaard." she chimed in. "Where is... or what is... this 'paradise'?" Freya asked curiously. It seemed tonight would be a night of a lot of new information and she was rather concerned she might not remember everything tomorrow - even if she had intended not to touch the beverage.
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Yamato Sano
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 17
Physical Description: He stood 5’8 inches and wieghed 170 pounds, his caramel complexion could be seen from a distance away, his figure seemed untrain due to the lack of muscles from his buildp. His hair was dark green color with a few hints of his black natural hair color, on his upper left arm wore the kanji for “Death” in a bright crimson tone. His hazel eyes could remind people of the coming of fall, his face was smooth almost comparable to that of a newborn.
Clothes and Equipment: A greenish-brown jacket which he usually wears only to hide the tattoo on his left arm, underneath it is a white sleeveless shirt made from a cheap cotton he once gathered; from the same cotton was the stretchable black pants he possessed. His black shoes were once his father’s which at another point in time belong to one of his old nieghbors. Two silver blade katana and sheathes which came with them.
Allegiances: N/A
Registered: May 20, 2019 1:55:45 GMT -8
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Post by Yamato Sano on May 28, 2019 3:32:58 GMT -8
He turned his head a bit give an questioning look before hearing the voice of another come not to long after “yes, the summer fae are most welcoming of em all!” He stated searching for a fae carring around the sweet alcohol so he could get yet another cup. “I haven’t been here for long” he gave a short pause of silence before continuing “if you ever need assistance with anything be sure to seek SAQ Sect, as we only work towards peace.” He announced with a confident tone “with that i’ll return in a few!” He lied walking to a fae grabbing another cup of alcohol then moving to the table with the many fruit, from there he glanced towards the corner he once stood in then looked away.
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Faisine of the Usque
Dedicated
The songbird sings her soft melody...
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 24
Physical Description: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Clothes and Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Registered: Feb 13, 2015 19:45:34 GMT -8
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Post by Faisine of the Usque on May 28, 2019 6:11:22 GMT -8
She watched as the boy left, amusement dancing in her eyes. She turned to the fae, "I ought to thank you for that." She grimaced a little and sighed as she looked back to the source of music. "I am only here for music." She did not indicate whether she was playing or staying where she was at. "Not long at all, and I am not merely just a human." That was said vaguely before she curled her finger over her mouth.
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Rook
Established
Roleplay posts: 25
Age: 56
Physical Description: Fair and strong-featured Rook closely fits one's definition of typical beauty. His hair is long and white, broken only by two small antlers sprouting from the top of his head due to his Satyr nature.
He stands at 5'05" (Minus the horns) and his eyes are golden, piercing things. His legs and feet are slender and terminate in delicate hooves.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rook wears loose clothing of earthy colors and often wears a mantle of white fur. He also adorns himself in several trinkets he's found in his travels.
He has a harp he carries with him, and amuses himself with its music.
While armed with a wicked short sword and knife, he often opts to use his tongue and spells.
Has a bow with arrows.
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Registered: Mar 14, 2018 21:17:49 GMT -8
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Post by Rook on May 28, 2019 13:47:38 GMT -8
She was nervous, he could tell. Yet, that only served to spur him onwards, why not take the opportunity to bring her out of herself a bit? "But parties aren't really something you seek out, are they?" he asked conversationally. "You show up, but why? Do you feel as if you owe the Chesknight something?" the question was innocent enough, of course, his eyes flickering across what small portions of her face were visible. Someone such as her was a beacon to the satyr. People who didn't want to be seen were always a treat.
Taking a swig from the stein he held, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, stepping forward as he extended the other. "Care to dance?"
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Foxgloves
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Physical Description: Foxgloves is shaped like a man for the most part, tall and lanky. He wears a long coat with innumerable pockets and a hood with two long points that flop about like a rabbit's ears. The fingers of his gloves are long and thin, and his pointed boots are unadorned. Most notably, he wears a white mask, behind which only darkness can be seen. He is very light, as though stuffed nothing but cotton and cobwebs.
Registered: May 14, 2019 20:08:06 GMT -8
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Post by Foxgloves on May 28, 2019 15:17:59 GMT -8
Foxgloves whipped the blanket off of Lady Genevieve St. James and her childrens' heads, and they would find themselves standing in a very different place than they had been moments before. The sky was brighter, the trees didn't loom so imposingly, and even the air smelled sweeter. All around them, humans and fae danced and frolicked and imbibed in all manner of liquors and candies. Foxgloves gestured with a sweep of the hand for the trio to go explore the festival, stuffing the blanket back into his pocket with the other hand. "Here we are, Ms. St. James," he said. "Welcome to the Midsomar Festival. I do hope you enjoy it, and that your children have a good time here. Fae are known for putting on excellent festivals. They're also known for kidnapping infants and stealing teeth from the mouths of innocent children, but I'm not sure how true those ones are. Regardless, everyone seems quite friendly here, so I'm sure that the only threat to your teeth are those sweets." He chuckled, gazing over at the tables full of refreshments. If only he could taste them, or even bite into them and feel the texture...but he had always lacked the luxury of sensation, and hadn't yet been able to figure out a way to acquire it for himself. "I'll be around," he continued. "Once you get tired, or you decide you've had enough, come find me and I'll take you right back. Free of charge."
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