Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512 
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Jul 26, 2019 7:29:19 GMT -8
The Consul's new office was still in the process of being decorated. It possessed fine mahogany walls, architecturally perfect dimensions and a small alcove in the back, hidden from all but her. It was located next door to the Empress's own office, and Liz suspected there was a hidden door between the two, though she had yet to find it.
The only furniture currently present was a desk and three chairs. These were all liberated from her old Commodore's office, as they felt familiar to her. Their style was a bit at odds with the lavish expectation of her office, and the Citadel's decorator was bugging her constantly to finish her office.
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Felweave
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Physical Description: A taller than average figure with a bird skull in place of a face, which has a crack running across it and splitting near the beak. They look to be slim, although their clothing conceal all of their body. Empty holes instead of eyes can be seen on the skull. The skull is usually covered with a thin layer of dust.
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A mantle of black, velvet feathers cloacks over the body, constantly leaking a lazy trail of black fog. A lock made of silvery material hangs on a pendant a top their chest.
Player's online availability : Time Zone: GMT+3
Registered: Jun 2, 2019 15:07:12 GMT -8
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Post by Felweave on Jul 26, 2019 15:30:31 GMT -8
Approaching the mahogany door, Felweave was still inspecting the interior designs of the building and meeting the general style of Isra. He stopped floating and knocked thrice without any force and floated back a little, prepared for a reaction. Now the only thing left to do is to gain the position and start working. His mind was focused on being polite and soft. He was never really a great talker. Archeology was what he lived for and now he payed for it. A light hope of not being overpowered by the Eldritch Ones lir up in the farthest corner of his mind, as he briefly touched the silver locket on his chest. Over the years of this cursed existence he discovered that fearing the madness only makes it more powerful.
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Aug 2, 2019 9:44:24 GMT -8
The door swung open just as Liz heard the knock and said, "Come on in." She had not realized the door would do that, and was a tad surprised. Liz composed herself, and gestured towards one of the chairs set up in front of her desk.
"Please take a seat. I am Consul Finch, you are..." She shuffled through the papers on her desk until she found the one the guard had handed her a few minutes ago, "Felweave, yes? What can I do for you?"
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Felweave
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Physical Description: A taller than average figure with a bird skull in place of a face, which has a crack running across it and splitting near the beak. They look to be slim, although their clothing conceal all of their body. Empty holes instead of eyes can be seen on the skull. The skull is usually covered with a thin layer of dust.
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A mantle of black, velvet feathers cloacks over the body, constantly leaking a lazy trail of black fog. A lock made of silvery material hangs on a pendant a top their chest.
Player's online availability : Time Zone: GMT+3
Registered: Jun 2, 2019 15:07:12 GMT -8
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Post by Felweave on Aug 2, 2019 10:03:47 GMT -8
Felweave slightly nodded and hovered towards one of the chairs. He lowered himslef in its comfortable arms and the whispers emerged around Elizabeth. “Yes, my name is Felweave. I am here to state my interest in being responsible for the new colony that I believe Isra recently took control over.”, they spoke in unison with confident professionalism, yet with glimpse of hope. He looked around the office, noting the mahogany inlay. He liked mahogany, it had a sense of warmth. The skull shifted upon Elizabeth once again and looked her over. A warrior, Felweave though to himslef. Probably a skilled one at that, well not every other person is residing in the Citadel, do they?. Although Felweave did not know the political structure of Isra well yet, he realised that he is conversing with someone’s of high status.
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Aug 6, 2019 13:43:20 GMT -8
Liz was not quite sure what to make of the being before her. She had interacted with the Grand Vizier and her cronies enough to not be off-put by the rather...unusual....appearance of Felweave. His assessment of her was correct, she was indeed a skilled warrior, among the best in the Citadel. She did her best to maintain that as well, training constantly with the elite of Isran military.
His request was rather...odd. They had not recently taken over a colony that she was aware of, but they were planning to start one soon.
"To which colony are you referring Mr. Felweave? The Isran Empire possesses many territories outside of the Free City itself."
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Felweave
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Physical Description: A taller than average figure with a bird skull in place of a face, which has a crack running across it and splitting near the beak. They look to be slim, although their clothing conceal all of their body. Empty holes instead of eyes can be seen on the skull. The skull is usually covered with a thin layer of dust.
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A mantle of black, velvet feathers cloacks over the body, constantly leaking a lazy trail of black fog. A lock made of silvery material hangs on a pendant a top their chest.
Player's online availability : Time Zone: GMT+3
Registered: Jun 2, 2019 15:07:12 GMT -8
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Post by Felweave on Aug 8, 2019 8:15:44 GMT -8
“The one that is to be in Toragana”, the whispers answered with a note of surprise among them, “I was of the opinion that the Empress would need someone to manage it, and I currently do not have anything at my hands. In addition to that, I believe my skills and goals would be those of use to both the Empire and The Empress”.
His mind flinched for but a moment at the pronounciation of “Mr”, he hasn’t been called that in a long time. He felt memories bubbling up, but he knew better that succumbing to them. The bubbles were always made of tar and acid, once you let them go, you are stuck and slowly dissolving. He concentrated on the locket, and continued to pay attention to Elizabeth.
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Aug 18, 2019 5:40:48 GMT -8
"We have identified a few candidates already to manage it, but I see no harm in adding you to consideration." Liz took out a quill and a piece of parchment, dipping the tip in an inkwell.
"What do you believe makes you qualified to manage the Colony in Toragana? What experience do you have?" She inquired, quill to parchment even though her eyes never left Felweave, studying him intently as she awaited his response.
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Felweave
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Physical Description: A taller than average figure with a bird skull in place of a face, which has a crack running across it and splitting near the beak. They look to be slim, although their clothing conceal all of their body. Empty holes instead of eyes can be seen on the skull. The skull is usually covered with a thin layer of dust.
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A mantle of black, velvet feathers cloacks over the body, constantly leaking a lazy trail of black fog. A lock made of silvery material hangs on a pendant a top their chest.
Player's online availability : Time Zone: GMT+3
Registered: Jun 2, 2019 15:07:12 GMT -8
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Post by Felweave on Aug 20, 2019 4:38:36 GMT -8
“I am skilled in various kinds of magic, although I specialize in necromancy, practically and theoretically. Currently I am conducting a research which might benefit Isra and me at the same time. I also used to be an archeologist at the university and taught a lot of classes in my time.”, the holes in the skull almost looked stared back, giving a sensation of empty presence, of something unknown, yet present. “Toragana is an old land, filled many cultures and history yet to be unveiled. I believe that my presence there itself will further my research.”
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Sept 2, 2019 6:39:52 GMT -8
Liz pondered this for a moment before replying.
"I certainly see where you would be a useful asset to have along with the expedition. But I'm afraid nothing you just listed makes you all that qualified to run a colony." She said, Not that the selected candidate has all that much experience either she thought to herself.
"Would you be willing to assist the expedition regardless of your role in it?"
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Pythius
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: Looks to be in his late 60s
Physical Description: A man of average height, with wrinkles jeweling his face. Big eyes usually strike to be sad or gloomy, their sky-grey colour reflecting the experience of ages. Soft grey hair of medium length level with his chin, from which a short simple-kept beard emerges. Upon closer examination heavy eye bags can be seen under his eyes. His hands are marked with years of hard labour and his eyes signify a considerable level of academic knowledge.
Clothes and Equipment: Pythius wears a simple Vessian outfit of a high ranking servants of royalty, with an ivory cane to help him walk, there also is a small tome hanging on a silver chain off of his belt. A small closed pouch made of black leather rests on the other side of his belt. His coat also has multiple pouches that seem to be filled.
Registered: Jun 18, 2019 5:47:08 GMT -8
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Post by Pythius on Feb 8, 2020 3:36:03 GMT -8
Pythius approached the door already out of breath. His cane was firmly tapping out a hollow pattern, as he stopped and raised his hand to knock upon the door. This land was so distant from his birthplace, and yet he felt this was where he needed to be. His knuckles tapped the frame twice, before he held the handle of the door. Once he heard a noise of allowance from the other side, he twisted the handle and walked in, taking both the space and the woman sitting on the far side the room. “Good evening. Sorry to bother you at this hour. I am Pythius, pleasure to make your acquaintance.”, a warm smile melted its way on his face, as he closed the door and took off the black wide brimmed hat sitting on his head and stood there, clutching his cane, trying to regain his breath, looking at his very possible employer and target of unending loyalty.
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Feb 10, 2020 17:45:07 GMT -8
It was Monday, AKA "Meeting Day", her least favorite day of the week. All day had been inept politican after inept politician, all demanding her full attention like the small bandit tribe was the end of Isra as we know it. Not that the bandits weren't a problem necessarily, but the local Guard contingents were more than sufficient to handle it. They likely just wanted to complain...or something. Who the hell knew.
The knock on the door, though expected, brought her out of those thoughts and into the one meeting that seemed like it would be some what interesting today, a meeting about potential employment with...oh yeah, she should probably invite him in.
"Come in!" She said, rising and extending one hand towards him. "Pleasure to meet you, Pythius. And no need to apologize, this is actually a fairly early day for a Monday. Take a seat."
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Pythius
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: Looks to be in his late 60s
Physical Description: A man of average height, with wrinkles jeweling his face. Big eyes usually strike to be sad or gloomy, their sky-grey colour reflecting the experience of ages. Soft grey hair of medium length level with his chin, from which a short simple-kept beard emerges. Upon closer examination heavy eye bags can be seen under his eyes. His hands are marked with years of hard labour and his eyes signify a considerable level of academic knowledge.
Clothes and Equipment: Pythius wears a simple Vessian outfit of a high ranking servants of royalty, with an ivory cane to help him walk, there also is a small tome hanging on a silver chain off of his belt. A small closed pouch made of black leather rests on the other side of his belt. His coat also has multiple pouches that seem to be filled.
Registered: Jun 18, 2019 5:47:08 GMT -8
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Post by Pythius on Feb 15, 2020 14:53:02 GMT -8
Pythius nodded and brought himself closer to sit on the chair opposite to Elizabeth, as he shook her hand with both of his. He observed the Consul from his place, taking in the tiredness in her eyes and expression, and attempting to making sure to attempt to change that once he is employed. “I’m sorry, do you happen to have a kettle? I believe we both could use some tea before we talk out business” , his warm voice filled in the room, as Pythius placed his hat on the table before him.
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Feb 17, 2020 8:25:14 GMT -8
Liz was caught a bit aback by the request but saw no reason to decline it.
"Uh...yeah, I do. Somewhere, hold on." She said, standing up and rummaging through the large cabinet to the left of her desk. She blew the dust off of it, setting it down on the desk.
"Afraid I don't have any tea leaves here though, I can send for some, do you have a preference?" She asked.
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Pythius
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: Looks to be in his late 60s
Physical Description: A man of average height, with wrinkles jeweling his face. Big eyes usually strike to be sad or gloomy, their sky-grey colour reflecting the experience of ages. Soft grey hair of medium length level with his chin, from which a short simple-kept beard emerges. Upon closer examination heavy eye bags can be seen under his eyes. His hands are marked with years of hard labour and his eyes signify a considerable level of academic knowledge.
Clothes and Equipment: Pythius wears a simple Vessian outfit of a high ranking servants of royalty, with an ivory cane to help him walk, there also is a small tome hanging on a silver chain off of his belt. A small closed pouch made of black leather rests on the other side of his belt. His coat also has multiple pouches that seem to be filled.
Registered: Jun 18, 2019 5:47:08 GMT -8
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Post by Pythius on Feb 17, 2020 8:33:01 GMT -8
“That’s alrihgt. I always have some with me. These are my favourite.”, he pulls out a stack of leaves closely tied together. Their bright blue colour was pigmented with brown spots in places, and as he placed them into the kettle and the process of brewing took place, the aroma of smoky mint filled the room. “Now, I am here for an interview for the position of your butler. May ask a question? What do you expect of a butler, and what is your usual routine? I myself am capable in many regards such as magic of several kinds, poison brewing, staff management, I am quite good at cooking, and of course I am always eager to give advice.”
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Feb 17, 2020 9:47:09 GMT -8
Liz looked at the leaves with curiosity, such bright colors were indicative of a climate far removed from the temperate Isran climate. This wasn't so shocking, the Isran trade fleet roamed far and wide in search of the best that the world could offer.
"The first note that I would like to make, before we get started. I don't necessarily think butler is the right term for what I'm looking for, but based on what you described of your skills, you understand that." She stood and would pace a bit as she talked, a habit she had developed during her previous service.
"Let's start with the expertise I need. I grew up an orphan, seeking a chance at redemption through the esteemed Dawn Riders, an officer's position secured thanks to an excellent record and a very fortunate friendship with our Empress, though she did not hold that title at the time. When she did become Empress, she asked me to lead the Dawn Riders. And I did, from helping to liberate the City of Aeadan to leading the advance elements of our invasion of Goraia. After that, I retired and opened a ranch specializing in mundane and exotic mounts, including raising the griffins utilized by the Dawn Riders." She stopped for a brief moment before continuing.
"Notice the theme? All military. I need someone well-versed in the other aspects of being a politician. Especially magic, which you have mentioned being well-versed in. Poison brewing is not something I have considered, but it may be good to have someone who can make sure I'm not getting poisoned."
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Pythius
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: Looks to be in his late 60s
Physical Description: A man of average height, with wrinkles jeweling his face. Big eyes usually strike to be sad or gloomy, their sky-grey colour reflecting the experience of ages. Soft grey hair of medium length level with his chin, from which a short simple-kept beard emerges. Upon closer examination heavy eye bags can be seen under his eyes. His hands are marked with years of hard labour and his eyes signify a considerable level of academic knowledge.
Clothes and Equipment: Pythius wears a simple Vessian outfit of a high ranking servants of royalty, with an ivory cane to help him walk, there also is a small tome hanging on a silver chain off of his belt. A small closed pouch made of black leather rests on the other side of his belt. His coat also has multiple pouches that seem to be filled.
Registered: Jun 18, 2019 5:47:08 GMT -8
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Post by Pythius on Feb 17, 2020 10:29:28 GMT -8
As Elizabeth spoke, the warm smile shifted to a cold grin, the gentle glance in eyes morphed to a calculating stare. “Certainly. I can cover a lot of ground in those matters. However, my skills in combatitive magic extend to just blood manipulation, which can be handy against a couple opponents, but I am not very useful in that particular area. Now, gathering information, and conducting deals is where I have quite the experience. I’ll need some time to get used to local politics, but it won’t take long.”
Once the tea was ready, Pythius poured two cups and inhaled the minty steam emanating from the cup, before sipping from it. When the cup hit the table again his smile was warm once more, “I must say, that lost of accomplishments is quite impressive. I am excited to work with you.”
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Feb 20, 2020 14:04:14 GMT -8
"Those are what I need, I believe we are on the same page here Pythius, and I see no reason not to hire you yet."
She took the offered tea, sipping from it. "This is quite good, and definitely a point in your favor." Liz said, only partially joking.
"Tell me about your background and experiences, whether you think them relevant or not."
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Pythius
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: Looks to be in his late 60s
Physical Description: A man of average height, with wrinkles jeweling his face. Big eyes usually strike to be sad or gloomy, their sky-grey colour reflecting the experience of ages. Soft grey hair of medium length level with his chin, from which a short simple-kept beard emerges. Upon closer examination heavy eye bags can be seen under his eyes. His hands are marked with years of hard labour and his eyes signify a considerable level of academic knowledge.
Clothes and Equipment: Pythius wears a simple Vessian outfit of a high ranking servants of royalty, with an ivory cane to help him walk, there also is a small tome hanging on a silver chain off of his belt. A small closed pouch made of black leather rests on the other side of his belt. His coat also has multiple pouches that seem to be filled.
Registered: Jun 18, 2019 5:47:08 GMT -8
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Post by Pythius on Feb 24, 2020 12:28:54 GMT -8
Pythius looked pleased at the compliment he received regarding the tea. It was one of the few things he genuinely loved doing.
“Well, I am quite old, so I will go over my experiences superficially. I am from a place called Vessia by most people. Born in a poor family of usual peasants, there wasn’t much chance for me anywhere but church, so that was where father sent me. However, everyone was mistaken by how they perceived me. I learned quickly, and efficiently. I used my knowledge and schemed to gain more knowledge. And then I found this.”, he tapped the little book on his belt.
“This here is one of the two versions of a codex that was written by an Angel Of Arcana. It is unfathomable and simple at the same time. The way I came to be the owner of this little tome is a long story, but eventually through my expert manipulation and knowledge of where to show power and where to stay put I made my way to the Royal court, where I served a smiloar purpose that you set to me for Empress Aurelia.”, right about this point the faint sounds of screaming reached Pythius’ ears. He sighed grabbing his cane with reluctance. “And now I’m here”, he gave Elizabeth a tired smile and started lifting himself up from the table.
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Feb 24, 2020 13:03:07 GMT -8
"Fascinating. I do hope to hear more about it as we..." The faint screaming fell upon her ears, and she knew for it to even be audible in the Citadel meant something truly horrendous was occurring, the Consul wasting little time in reacting.
Sparks erupted from her ever-present bracelet as it materialized into a glimmering sword in her hand. As if in reaction to this, a wardrobe to her left opened to reveal a suit of armor. A wall swung open to reveal a rather open room whose sole occupant was a sleepily stirring griffin.
"Pythius, suffice to say that I am happy to offer you the job, but I am going to need your help rather urgently before we can get an employment agreement written up." She said, standing from her chair and heading towards the racked armor.
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Pythius
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: Looks to be in his late 60s
Physical Description: A man of average height, with wrinkles jeweling his face. Big eyes usually strike to be sad or gloomy, their sky-grey colour reflecting the experience of ages. Soft grey hair of medium length level with his chin, from which a short simple-kept beard emerges. Upon closer examination heavy eye bags can be seen under his eyes. His hands are marked with years of hard labour and his eyes signify a considerable level of academic knowledge.
Clothes and Equipment: Pythius wears a simple Vessian outfit of a high ranking servants of royalty, with an ivory cane to help him walk, there also is a small tome hanging on a silver chain off of his belt. A small closed pouch made of black leather rests on the other side of his belt. His coat also has multiple pouches that seem to be filled.
Registered: Jun 18, 2019 5:47:08 GMT -8
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Post by Pythius on Feb 24, 2020 13:09:03 GMT -8
“Huh. Of course, I will follow your lead”, he was already on his feet, putting on his side brimmed hat and flipping through the pages of his book, somewhat disracted by the griffon awakening in the room. “I must say, this whole ordeal was hidden extremely well. Do you have any idea of what is happening in the city?”, his voice was louder that usual, notes of annoyance clear, as the shifting of pages seemed to go for an eternity.
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