The Starlight Dawn
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 116
Physical Description: This account represents the non player characters and establishments of The Midnight Sun/Starlight Dawn, all of its subsidiaries, child companies and partner organizations.
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 5:08:38 GMT -8
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Post by The Starlight Dawn on Oct 27, 2019 17:08:18 GMT -8
Following the bombing of The Midnight Sun, Empress Naoki decreed that the ruined building would be rebuilt, but not reused. She cited reasons relating to the integrity of the half-destroyed structure and existing problems with the foundation, but some suspect other factors were at play. Regardless, The Empress ordered the construction of a new establishment — a spiritual successor to The Sun — that would fulfill the same role and give the survivors somewhere to go. Though its popularity weaned toward the later years, The Midnight Sun was and has always been the most popular watering hole in The City, and its destruction left many without anywhere to go. As such, on the north side of The Grand Bazaar, there now stands a rather new-looking building, set apart from its fellows by the quality of its construction and its immaculate aesthetic. As the door opens, disgorging a happy-looking patron, laughter and music sound a fanfare to their departure. The air that escapes smells of spices and mystery, free-flowing liquor and well-used cards, love, lust, seduction, and everything the soul craves. This establishment, standing over The Grand Bazaar like a queen looking out over her kingdom, is The Starlight Dawn. Its doors never close, for the sun never sets on debauchery. If a traveler were to enter, they would find themselves in the main bar area: a large rectangular room that extends some three stories upward to touch the feet of the figures in the ceiling's exquisite mural. Wide balconies with ornately carved wooden banisters and railings line the left and right sides of the second level, looking down on those below. The right-hand balcony is reserved for favored patrons, and contains high-backed booths with plush benches. Runic arrays inside the benches ensure that conversations held within remain confidential.  The main floor is littered with round tables and ringed with booths, save for a clear area in front of the stage in the back of the room. On the left wall is the centerpiece of the whole establishment: the bar. Ornate stools belly up to a thick slab of mirror-finished ebony that runs all but the entire length of the room. Behind it, towering shelves hold bottles of every possible shape and size, some of which glow or swirl ominously on their perch. A team of bartenders dressed in immaculate white suits bustle about behind it, attending to the unquenchable thirsts of its patrons. Mixed drinks of an alchemical nature are the traditional specialty of The Starlight Dawn, and while they will happily dispense ale as any common barhand, it is in the mixing of these finer beverages that pays their appropriately ‘finer’ salary. Out on the main floor, only the most comley of waitresses weave their way through the tables with plates of all descriptions. The traditional staples of meat, potatoes, stew, and so on, but also more exotic dishes smelling of the spice of far-off lands. Shutters on the far wall are constantly in motion as they come and go from the kitchen, passing under the watchful gaze of their guardian: an absolute unit of a gentleman some eight feet tall, dressed just as the bartenders. They call him The K.P. on account of his job description: The Keeper of the Peace. And so it goes in The Starlight Dawn: day in, day out, through the night, every night. There is no “last-call,” and the kitchen never closes, for the sun never sets on debauchery. |
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238 
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Oct 27, 2019 21:52:17 GMT -8
Shrouded in darkness on the second-floor balcony, The Empress sits alone, out of sight from the patrons below. A Sentinel standing in the door is to see that she’s not disturbed. As she sips her drink, she’s hit by a wave of melancholy that’s been haunting her for a long time. It’s not the same. To anyone who had ever visited The Midnight Sun, The Starlight Dawn is astonishingly similar. Though somewhat larger, the builders were instructed to mimic The Sun as well as they could, and they’ve done admirably in that goal. The same floorplan, the same types of wood, the same paintings on the wall, the same sort of candles, the same detailing on the banisters, and even the very same mural overhead, right down to the dimple on the cherub’s bum.
To most, The Starlight Dawn is just a bigger, better Midnight Sun in a more convenient location. Some even go so far to say that it was a good thing The Midnight Sun was destroyed because at least they have some elbow room now (haw haw haw.)But when such sour comments reach The Empress’ pointed ears, they flatten against the top of her head in anger and abject disgust.
Prior to her election, back when it was Madame instead of Empress, The Midnight Sun was Naoki’s everything. The seat of her power, the sum of her wealth, her business, her organization, her base of operations, her family, and her home.
After becoming Lady of Isra she no longer had time to stay at The Midnight Sun, what with a city to be responsible for and all. So she transferred management of The Sun to a trusted friend — Calico Shwartz, and began spending more and more time at The Citadel and abroad, administrating her domain, tending to the needs of her people and growing her empire. But as she cast her gaze further and further and as she set her goals higher and higher, as she brought Isra to new heights of power and prosperity, the life she had down in the little tavern gradually faded away, as did everyone in it.
A few of her old friends stayed with her, and for that, she is grateful. Alden, Liz, and of course, Grandma — invaluable allies all; without them, neither she nor the world at large would be in as good of shape as they are today.
But the rest are gone, their names forgotten. Left to pursue opportunities elsewhere. Killed by Goraia’s artifact. Vanished into The Mists. Artificial body finally gave out. Assassinated. Dragged back to the Hellscape. Overdose. Several counts of killed in battle … And most of all, abandoned her in search of a fucking plant.
Face contorted in anguish, Naoki is aware that she’s just indulging the feeling at this point, but she doesn’t care. This isn’t the first time she has sat alone on the second-floor balcony and felt bad for herself, but it is the first time she’s had to do it in this hollow mockery of a building.
The bombing of The Midnight Sun was the last nail in the coffin; what was once hers is now gone, forever. She can’t go sit in her office and remember the memories she made there; she can’t order her old favorite dish and find comfort in its familiar taste. She can’t look at the stains on the table and scuffs on the floor to remember how they were made, and she can’t hear the familiar groan of the steps as she climbs them, because now it’s all just splinters and rubble.
For all the power she has — political, influential, cosmic, demonic, and otherwise — for all the gold in her vaults, — for all the Legionaries at her command and all the ships in her navy, — for all of her adoring subjects, all those lives that have been saved as a result of her decisions, and for all who have died in her name — for all of it, here she sits. Here sits The Empress, here sits Naoki. Alone. In the dark. In a replica that which she lost, drinking a replica drink out of a replica glass, lamenting what she used to have and how sorry she is for having lost it. The noise dampening runes in the table ensure that her wailing sobs can’t be heard by the patrons below, but at this moment, she wouldn’t even care if they did. She traded everything she had for the entire world and is only now appreciating the depth of her loss.
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Fiona Blythe
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 107
Age: 25
Physical Description: ==================================================
Quite attractive, which is quite the benefit of her public profession. High cheek bones, a sharp jawline and thin nose, soft cheeks, and a stunning outlook about her.
Her eyes are a warm green, and her skin on the paler side, but it is hard to tell if it's natural or just well applied makeup until closer inspection. Her hair drops down past her shoulders, and a dark, aged timber brown.
Catching one's eye is her goal, afterall.
She is of medium height and wonderfully maintained build, toned but soft where it matters.
Clothes and Equipment: ==================================================
In public, she can be seen wearing expensive dresses, low cut at the front, and perfectly tailored. As well as her modest jewellery, she wears a specific broach worn by those of her profession, the silver dove of the working women's union, a group of independant whores and escorts.
During her more clandestine dealings however, she wears an incognito set of clothes, featuring a tight pair of dark green greaves, soft and comfy boots that reach up her shins, a basic white shirt, a dark red vest with a handful of pockets, and a dark green hooded cloak that matches her greaves. On top of this, she wears a belt with plenty of pouches to carry her tools of the trade. Finally, a dark maroon scarf is worn over her pale features to hide her identity.
For weaponry, she carries a pair of knives, hidden away for her own protection, however she has also been seen with a seemingly basic bow from time to time. On her belt, however, she hides a small hand-crossbow, and just enough bolts to get her out of a tight spot.
Her tool belt contains many tricks of the trade, including lockpicks, a glass cutter, smoke bombs for a quick get away, and even a handful of stink bombs.
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 23:02:23 GMT -8
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Post by Fiona Blythe on Oct 28, 2019 5:11:57 GMT -8
The reopening of the Starlight Dawn was on everybody's lips, a true rebuild of the Empress herself's former throne, long before she was bestowed that title, the place where food, drink, laughter, and most importantly, coin flowed freely. All the movers and shakers were talking about it, all the toffs and scoffs, money-laden Toadies, and general bougie folk. Anyone who was anyone, or tried to be someone, would be there. Where better for a certain Fiona Blythe? The courtesan wouldn't be able to live with herself if she didn't make her face known to those at the newest hip and now place in Isra, and to make her name stand out among the other lustful degenerates that are here colleagues. The Starlight Dawn, if played right, may see more gold in Fiona's coffers than usual, and that is something that excites her greatly. She steps through the large doors of the inn, dressed in a gorgeous, dark blue dress made of material that seems to wrap and weave beautifully around her, designed to impress and lure the eye of even the most conservative. The dress' collar that sits across the front of her neck, just above the clavicle. Two runs of fabric slip out and down from under the collar, covering her breasts but leaving the middle open, until they are met by another pair that weave in from the sides, and are met in the centre of her abdomen by a beautiful, large, intricately woven sash-like belt, embedded with sapphires at the centre and towards the sides. The weaving material forms under the sash and cascades down her front sides, flicking elegantly with each step, and leaving her long, gorgeous legs, from elegant shoes to her thighs, bare as they step forward, then disappear back into the waves of blue fabric. Her jewelry is set to match her blue ensemble, as she sports a pair of sapphire earrings and matching pendant, sitting on a white chain along her neck, obscured slightly by her wavy, dark brown hair. And finally, the finishing touch, the silver dove that sits on her hip, the signature of those in her line of work and general stature. She's looking for business. The clientele seems to be the usual tonight, and she begins mentally setting them apart into her little tier groups, deciding who goes where, and what order she would approach them in, with tier A being the richest, best looking, and generally up themselves, to tier D, who she would only approach as a last resort, and even then… she'd rather go home empty handed. It's not long before she finds her way to the bar, at least after spending a moment eyeing up a couple of the barmaids as she steps through the establishment. Goodness they did well in their hiring department… Finally, she sits herself down and surveys the area before ordering a drink. "A Hightower, please," she tells the bartender, giving him her best smile. Not her signature drink, but tasty nonetheless Now… to watch. Not just for clients, of course. With all the rich and high society folk about, there's bound to be some juicy information waiting to be overheard. |
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Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420 
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Oct 28, 2019 15:00:38 GMT -8
Staring around at the crowd gathered within The Starlight Dawn, Alden found his teeth were unconsciously clenching. It took him a while to figure out why this place offended him so. Once upon a time, his ability to parse his own emotional state would have made it a neigh on impossible riddle but his ability to process emotions had evolved significantly. This change had been, in no small part, thanks to The Midnight Sun and the people he'd met within it. Of whom it seemed only Naoki was truly left. Now The Midnight Sun was gone and all that was left now was this imitation that seemed to be mocking him for his failure.
Of course, no one viewed it as his failure. Things happened, it wasn't his job to police the city he was to handle extraordinary tasks. Even if it was his job, the attack had been utterly random and without apparent motive. How could anyone have predicted it? How could anyone have stopped it? Alden didn't know but that didn't stop him from feeling like it was somehow his fault. That didn't stop him from being incredibly frustrated that the culprit had never been caught which left him feeling impotent, a rare thing for him to ever feel. He didn't like it but there was very little he could do about it.
Alden had spent enough time ruminating. He'd been given a task by the empress and it was time to do it. Slipping down from his hiding place in the rafters he lands silently on the floor, using one of the supporting pillars to block people's line of sight to him. Even in a large busy building, it was easy to move unnoticed, in fact, it was even easier to move unnoticed. There was always something better to look at, something begging the attention of those present. Even when a person is scaling down from the ceiling, if you knew how to move smoothly enough you could avoid notice.
Moving away from the sides of the building he winds his way through the crowded room like a summer's breeze. Barely noticed and gone before anyone can truly register his presence. It doesn't take him long to come to the bar and siddle up next to the woman in the blue dress. He was dressed casually, a white silk tunic, black riding pants, his long boots, and he'd found a wide-brimmed hat with a ridiculous bit of plume to hide his features from the room at large.
"Excuse me miss, I was wondering if I could get a moment of your time in private?"
The low rich tenor of the man that had just approached her would surely catch Fiona's attention. As would, doubtlessly, the charming white smile, which if she was observant she might see doesn't reach his eyes, of course, her attention might be more attracted to the full bag of coins he was discreetly flashing at her in his other hand. Surprisingly, this wasn't the first time he'd done such a thing. In his old life as an assassin, he'd had to put on such acts before, though his actions had been routine, performed like clockwork without any understanding of the implication. Now he knew what he was intimating but if his Empress commanded it, then her will would be done.
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Fiona Blythe
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 107
Age: 25
Physical Description: ==================================================
Quite attractive, which is quite the benefit of her public profession. High cheek bones, a sharp jawline and thin nose, soft cheeks, and a stunning outlook about her.
Her eyes are a warm green, and her skin on the paler side, but it is hard to tell if it's natural or just well applied makeup until closer inspection. Her hair drops down past her shoulders, and a dark, aged timber brown.
Catching one's eye is her goal, afterall.
She is of medium height and wonderfully maintained build, toned but soft where it matters.
Clothes and Equipment: ==================================================
In public, she can be seen wearing expensive dresses, low cut at the front, and perfectly tailored. As well as her modest jewellery, she wears a specific broach worn by those of her profession, the silver dove of the working women's union, a group of independant whores and escorts.
During her more clandestine dealings however, she wears an incognito set of clothes, featuring a tight pair of dark green greaves, soft and comfy boots that reach up her shins, a basic white shirt, a dark red vest with a handful of pockets, and a dark green hooded cloak that matches her greaves. On top of this, she wears a belt with plenty of pouches to carry her tools of the trade. Finally, a dark maroon scarf is worn over her pale features to hide her identity.
For weaponry, she carries a pair of knives, hidden away for her own protection, however she has also been seen with a seemingly basic bow from time to time. On her belt, however, she hides a small hand-crossbow, and just enough bolts to get her out of a tight spot.
Her tool belt contains many tricks of the trade, including lockpicks, a glass cutter, smoke bombs for a quick get away, and even a handful of stink bombs.
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 23:02:23 GMT -8
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Post by Fiona Blythe on Oct 28, 2019 15:21:27 GMT -8
No… he seems a bit preoccupied with his male friend, Fiona won't get anywhere with him. That second fellow had a mean reputation, so that's a no as well… how about…
Then her eyes land on the man approaching her, and she takes a good long moment to look him over, eyeing him up over the rim of her glass as she takes a sip. He dresses nicely, not so much as a spec of dirt… nice hat too. Looking decent in a place like this usually meant some form of money, and with the beeline he's making towards her, she knows he's in the market.
And there it is, straight to the point. She can't say she doesn't appreciate that, makes getting her pay a little quicker. "Just a moment, handsome?" She asks. "A bag like that could get you more than a moment of my time. How much is my time worth to you, hm?" She asks.
With a deft hand, she plucks the bag of gold from his hand and takes a small gander inside, making sure it wasn't just a layer of gold and silver over a bag of copper. Satisfied, she weighs it in hand briefly and smiles brightly. "Oh this will do nicely. Lead the way, my handsome friend. Let's go have some fun, hm?"
The courtesan slips off her stool and wraps an arm around his, leaning into him slightly. He had bagged the belle of the ball, time to make her seem worth it as premium arm-candy until they were alone. She leans in and gives him just a teaser as she kisses him on the cheek. "It's Fiona, by the way. I like your style, straight forward. You seem to know what you want. That will come in useful soon enough."
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Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Oct 28, 2019 15:56:20 GMT -8
The bag was, naturally, gold all the way through. For a normal person, it was enough coin to live comfortably for all their days, enough money to buy an entire village in some parts of the world, enough money to bribe even the greediest magistrate. To Alden, it meant nothing. Less than nothing, his finances were handled by her eminence and he'd never learned the value of coin.
"Charmed."
He says without providing his own name as they make their way across the floor. People stared at them but he seemed utterly relaxed as they made their way out of the main room and towards the private chambers. They come to one door, in particular, that is flanked on both sides by imperial guards and without a moments thought he pushes past them and into the room.
The moment they cross the threshold his demeanour changes, the charming smile dropping from his features as he plucks up the hat and tosses it aside. The rich young man looking for a good time is gone, the person Fiona is with now is as cold and dispassionate a snow-capped mountain peak. Ignoring the woman he says to the back of Naoki's chair.
"As you commanded."
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Oct 29, 2019 11:47:37 GMT -8
“Excellent, thank you, Alden.”
There’s a moment's pause before the chair turns around, squealing horribly on its bearing. Sitting in it is none other than The Empress Herself — calm, composed, fingers steepled, and with her hair done especially well today.
She evaluates her guest with a calculating and passively lecherous eye, letting the silence hang and the tension build for a moment or two, just for the hell of it.
“Please,” The Empress gestures to the chairs across the desk. “Sit.”
The room they’re in is in the same relative location as Naoki’s old office in The Sun, but holds no such honor. Containing a desk, three chairs, a few cabinets, and stark little else aside from a beautiful rug, this is a meeting room and nothing more, featuring none of the personal touches associated with ownership.
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Fiona Blythe
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 107
Age: 25
Physical Description: ==================================================
Quite attractive, which is quite the benefit of her public profession. High cheek bones, a sharp jawline and thin nose, soft cheeks, and a stunning outlook about her.
Her eyes are a warm green, and her skin on the paler side, but it is hard to tell if it's natural or just well applied makeup until closer inspection. Her hair drops down past her shoulders, and a dark, aged timber brown.
Catching one's eye is her goal, afterall.
She is of medium height and wonderfully maintained build, toned but soft where it matters.
Clothes and Equipment: ==================================================
In public, she can be seen wearing expensive dresses, low cut at the front, and perfectly tailored. As well as her modest jewellery, she wears a specific broach worn by those of her profession, the silver dove of the working women's union, a group of independant whores and escorts.
During her more clandestine dealings however, she wears an incognito set of clothes, featuring a tight pair of dark green greaves, soft and comfy boots that reach up her shins, a basic white shirt, a dark red vest with a handful of pockets, and a dark green hooded cloak that matches her greaves. On top of this, she wears a belt with plenty of pouches to carry her tools of the trade. Finally, a dark maroon scarf is worn over her pale features to hide her identity.
For weaponry, she carries a pair of knives, hidden away for her own protection, however she has also been seen with a seemingly basic bow from time to time. On her belt, however, she hides a small hand-crossbow, and just enough bolts to get her out of a tight spot.
Her tool belt contains many tricks of the trade, including lockpicks, a glass cutter, smoke bombs for a quick get away, and even a handful of stink bombs.
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 23:02:23 GMT -8
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Post by Fiona Blythe on Oct 29, 2019 21:31:37 GMT -8
A bag full of gold. She knew she had made the right decision, with that much money, she could do anything. Of course, she wouldn't, and would likely stay the course, but she could add the gold to her hoard and maybe by a manor to retire in! Wouldn't that be grand!
No name for the man though, thats always a bit drole. They always wanted to stay anonymous, some more than others, which she could respect and all, but she cant make the experience personal without one. Who else's name is she going to call out during the deed?
And he has a private area already? This guy's has connections, there's no doubt about that.
Then it hits her. This is too good to be true… lots of gold, has a private room, wants to stay quiet? What's his game… she keeps up with the charade for now, making sure she looks pretty as she passes by anyone.
She spots his demeanor change almost immediately as they enter the room, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. That's not good. That's never good. Good thing she's packing heat with a knife slipped into a secret little sheath built into her dress for just such an occasion. Play it cool though, Fiona, there's no need to be hasty. Find out who's behind the chair, first of all.
As the chair turns, she freezes solid. It's her. The Empress. Her grace. The big cheese. The grand Poobah. Naoki! The grandest lover in Isra, if rumours are to be believed. Most importantly though, Fiona's white whale, her grand prize, and her magnum opus should she be hired. Yes, Naoki does hire her kind, but always the best, and never Fiona, yet at least. Not like she had been in the position to be hired, Naoki probably didn't know that she existed until now, but why all the secrecy? There's no bed either. Is that her kink? Some sort of domination in a stark room? That can't be right, but could it? Mayb-
As soon as she's told to sit, Fiona's inner monologue is silenced. She gathers her gorgeous dress around her and sits in the chair indicated.
"Empress… your grace…" she starts, still a little stunned. Come on, Fi, you're the best damned whore in Isra, act like it! She clears her throat and gives Naoki a beautiful, if sultry, smile. "It's a… pleasure… to finally meet you. I'm quite an admirer."
That had to be why she's here, right? Unless…
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Oct 30, 2019 5:28:27 GMT -8
As Miss Fiona is seating herself, a motion of her eyes asks that Alden shut the door and take a position at Naoki’s side.
Fiona’s comment draws a chuckle out of The Empress, who is somehow unsurprised that she should have admirers of such description.
“Oh, likewise,” The Empress assures her, “Though my version of ‘finally’ only extends as far back as Monday, when I read your report.”
A pause. The Empress maintains eye contact and recrosses her legs.
“You’ve been up to a great many things, Miss Blythe. Your high-profile activities have earned you high-profile attention. Tell me: How much jail time do you believe that you owe?”
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Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Oct 30, 2019 13:30:52 GMT -8
It became apparent to Alden that Fiona completely stopped paying attention to him the moment Naoki appeared. Which didn't speak highly of her sense of self-preservation or maybe she just wasn't as paranoid as some criminals he'd met. Either way, it makes his typical moving in absolute silence likely more of a surprise to Fiona as he appears at Naoki's side without giving any indication he'd started moving. Of course, he closed the door first but once that was done he came to stand behind Naoki's left shoulder. His expression as grave and intimidating as one would expect of the High Marshal of Isra.
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Loralyn
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 21
Physical Description: Loralyn stands at a modest 5'5" and is elegantly proportioned into a pear shape. Her hair falls in contained blonde ringlets that tend to bounce along with her motions.She has deep brown eyes that seem to constantly be assessing and analyzing a situation.
Clothes and Equipment: She is typically seen wearing gowns befitting of a tavern singer. She tries to keep herself as modest as possible while keeping her allure. She often wears heels to accentuate her height.
Registered: Dec 17, 2018 16:22:15 GMT -8
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Post by Loralyn on Nov 17, 2019 18:20:24 GMT -8
Loralyn looked around furtively as she hurriedly made her way down the avenue up to the house of debauchery. Her heart was pounding wildly in her ears, the adrenaline pumping through her veins as she checked yet again to make sure no one was following her. She could hardly believe that she'd managed to sneak out of the house. She fully acknowledged the trouble she'd be in when she returned home, but she couldn't bring herself to care.
It was the night of her 21st birthday. If in just the number, she was finally a woman and she refused to spend it with the walls of her home, practicing her needlework and performing for a crowd of ancients that her father had invited. If anything, tonight would be her first and only night of true freedom, and then she would return and be the good daughter her father had raised her to be.
As the blonde-haired beauty carefully slipped into the bar with another slew of patrons, she couldn't help but look around in absolute awe. There were so many sights and smells and sounds completely new to her. It was nearly overwhelming, but she couldn't find herself hating it. Instead, it drew her in more, leaving her to lower her hood so her blonde ringlets bounced free of the confines of the drab cloak her handmaiden had allowed her to borrow. Looking around once more at a complete loss she hesitated for a moment before deciding to wander over to the bar, at the very least she'd get herself a drink before attempting to figure her next move. That seemed to be the thing to do- considering it was a bar after all.
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Fiona Blythe
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 107
Age: 25
Physical Description: ==================================================
Quite attractive, which is quite the benefit of her public profession. High cheek bones, a sharp jawline and thin nose, soft cheeks, and a stunning outlook about her.
Her eyes are a warm green, and her skin on the paler side, but it is hard to tell if it's natural or just well applied makeup until closer inspection. Her hair drops down past her shoulders, and a dark, aged timber brown.
Catching one's eye is her goal, afterall.
She is of medium height and wonderfully maintained build, toned but soft where it matters.
Clothes and Equipment: ==================================================
In public, she can be seen wearing expensive dresses, low cut at the front, and perfectly tailored. As well as her modest jewellery, she wears a specific broach worn by those of her profession, the silver dove of the working women's union, a group of independant whores and escorts.
During her more clandestine dealings however, she wears an incognito set of clothes, featuring a tight pair of dark green greaves, soft and comfy boots that reach up her shins, a basic white shirt, a dark red vest with a handful of pockets, and a dark green hooded cloak that matches her greaves. On top of this, she wears a belt with plenty of pouches to carry her tools of the trade. Finally, a dark maroon scarf is worn over her pale features to hide her identity.
For weaponry, she carries a pair of knives, hidden away for her own protection, however she has also been seen with a seemingly basic bow from time to time. On her belt, however, she hides a small hand-crossbow, and just enough bolts to get her out of a tight spot.
Her tool belt contains many tricks of the trade, including lockpicks, a glass cutter, smoke bombs for a quick get away, and even a handful of stink bombs.
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 23:02:23 GMT -8
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Post by Fiona Blythe on Nov 19, 2019 4:27:46 GMT -8
Surprisingly, Fiona seems unphased that the man had shifted, Naoki's people were known to do that sort of thing. If he had been a threat, she would have likely been dealing with it now, instead of sitting across from the Empress of Isra herself. That meant she wasn't there to be harmed, at least not in a fun way.
She listens, but her seductive smile falters slightly. Jail time?
Ah.
"Jail time? Unless you made my profession illegal, your grace, then none. Then again, if you had indeed made my job illegal, there would be riots, one would think," she says, still smiling.
She takes a pause to look between the two and sighs. "That's not gonna work, is it?" She asks. The jig is up, she'd been rumbled. Question is, who talked? Who ratted her out? She'd have their tongue for this, but that's for another matter. For now, the problem is that Empress Naoki knew what she had been up to, and wouldn't have mentioned jail time unless the evidence is solid. At least, not if the reputation for the Isran intelligence had anything to do with it. Then again, did it need to be solid? "Yeah. Figures."
She slumps in her chair a little and steeples her fingers. Time to cut the bullshit. "Probably a hell of a lot," she finally mutters. "But I doubt the reason I'm not sitting on an old wooden bench behind bars isn't by some miracle. I've heard what your boys do, black bags in the night. Kinky, but not my kind of kinky." She looks between the two. "So. If you aren't here for my prostitution services, that only means you want my other services. Unless you just wanna get a good look before I'm put away for good?"
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Nov 23, 2019 22:48:33 GMT -8
The Empress sits motionless save for her smirk, which grows by the second.
“Now — let’s not be hasty,” she cautions, trying not to enjoy herself too much.
“It would be such a terrible, terrible shame for someone as pretty as you to end up in a dungeon, wouldn’t it? ... I think we can help each other.”
“And by that,” Empress Naoki clarifies, “I mean that you can help me. The offer is as thus: You will continue to go about your business as usual, and you will periodically write reports of your activities and what information you manage to gather in their course. You will be instructed on the proper writing of the reports and what to do with them by the High Marshal, and, should the information you provide prove useful, you will be compensated. In gold.”
That’s the deal as The Empress lays it on the table. It doesn’t sound as though she’s asking, per se, but she looks to Fiona for her answer nonetheless.
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Vasco Correa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 92
Age: 25
Physical Description: Tall, lean, and pale, Vasco is your typical, run-of-the-mill vampire. He's got a head of choppy blonde hair that drops down his back, often held together in a ponytail.
His eyes are a pale, icy green, yet in times of thirst they bleed an angry red.
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Clothes and Equipment: It goes without saying that Vasco prefers the color black. His armor, made mostly of leather, includes a small shoulder plate and a mithril vambrace on his right arm. Now and again, when he feels that making an entrance is more important than stealth, he dons a cape.
Vasco carries a rapier with him that carries a venom in the blade. Every time it breeches skin, a bit of it will enter the bloodstream, introducing a neurotoxin that will paralyze a small area.
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Allegiances: Correa Familia
Registered: Mar 23, 2018 21:15:53 GMT -8
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Post by Vasco Correa on Nov 24, 2019 13:54:13 GMT -8
Tonight was a night for freedom, a night for cheap thrills, for booze, and most importantly, a night without mother hovering right over his shoulder. Vasco put on his Sunday best: a snug doublet over a white blouse, and a pair of breeches tucked into some very well made boots.
He sashayed into the Starlight dawn with a dark cloak billowing behind him, lined at the shoulders with soft, speckled fur. Bounding across the floor, he made his way to the bar, briefly perused the menu, and began to tap the counter irritably for service, gaze dropping as he looked around-
And perked a brow.
Was it her golden tresses or those dusky, pensive eyes that caught his attention first? Maybe it was the way she seemed so out of place, a handmaiden in an area of debauchery. He held up two fingers to the bartender as he gave them his order and pulled out a chair for the young woman, scarcely turning his gaze away from her.
"You don't find a lot of people wandering in here with that expression," he chuckled. "Someone like you should be at home knitting, no?"
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Fiona Blythe
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 107
Age: 25
Physical Description: ==================================================
Quite attractive, which is quite the benefit of her public profession. High cheek bones, a sharp jawline and thin nose, soft cheeks, and a stunning outlook about her.
Her eyes are a warm green, and her skin on the paler side, but it is hard to tell if it's natural or just well applied makeup until closer inspection. Her hair drops down past her shoulders, and a dark, aged timber brown.
Catching one's eye is her goal, afterall.
She is of medium height and wonderfully maintained build, toned but soft where it matters.
Clothes and Equipment: ==================================================
In public, she can be seen wearing expensive dresses, low cut at the front, and perfectly tailored. As well as her modest jewellery, she wears a specific broach worn by those of her profession, the silver dove of the working women's union, a group of independant whores and escorts.
During her more clandestine dealings however, she wears an incognito set of clothes, featuring a tight pair of dark green greaves, soft and comfy boots that reach up her shins, a basic white shirt, a dark red vest with a handful of pockets, and a dark green hooded cloak that matches her greaves. On top of this, she wears a belt with plenty of pouches to carry her tools of the trade. Finally, a dark maroon scarf is worn over her pale features to hide her identity.
For weaponry, she carries a pair of knives, hidden away for her own protection, however she has also been seen with a seemingly basic bow from time to time. On her belt, however, she hides a small hand-crossbow, and just enough bolts to get her out of a tight spot.
Her tool belt contains many tricks of the trade, including lockpicks, a glass cutter, smoke bombs for a quick get away, and even a handful of stink bombs.
Registered: Jan 12, 2019 23:02:23 GMT -8
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Post by Fiona Blythe on Nov 24, 2019 14:23:27 GMT -8
Fiona remains sitting back, fingers steepled as she listens, trying not to let the dread of prison time get to her. She would survive prison, she's a scrappy woman, but it would not be very pleasant to say the very least. Of course that dread is eased a little when Naoki calls her pretty. Who wouldn't feel good about the empress complimenting them like that?
Her fingers slip and fold on themselves as she listens, her knuckle gently tapping against her soft chin, thinking intently about what Naoki is implying. "So you want me to be a spy?" She asks, finally. "Dig up dirt on my clients to give to the crown? Steal information instead of coin and jewels?" That didn't sound that bad at all, in fact Fiona already does that, just not as in depth or as often as is now expected of her. It probably wouldn't stop her pinching valuables that are carelessly left out by her noble, yet less than noble, targets.
To be honest, it sounded too good to be true, but did she have a choice? Ha! Good one, Fi.
"What's the catch?" She finally asks, lifting her head with a quirked eyebrow. "That's one hell of a job offer, your grace. There's always a catch with that sort of job."
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Loralyn
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 21
Physical Description: Loralyn stands at a modest 5'5" and is elegantly proportioned into a pear shape. Her hair falls in contained blonde ringlets that tend to bounce along with her motions.She has deep brown eyes that seem to constantly be assessing and analyzing a situation.
Clothes and Equipment: She is typically seen wearing gowns befitting of a tavern singer. She tries to keep herself as modest as possible while keeping her allure. She often wears heels to accentuate her height.
Registered: Dec 17, 2018 16:22:15 GMT -8
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Post by Loralyn on Nov 24, 2019 20:48:22 GMT -8
Loralyn had just been standing at the bar rather awkwardly, not having the slightest idea what to ask of the barkeep, or how to even attract their attention when she heard the man speak. She wasn't quite sure how she knew the deep timbre of the voice was directed at her amongst all the people in the room, but she did. And it made her jump as she had when she was far younger and her nanny had found her off in the garden instead of at her stitching lesson.
She turned slowly, half expecting one of her father's guardsmen to be standing there looking rather annoyed. The sight of a man wholly unfamiliar to her, and just as startlingly handsome, watching her with almost a predatory glint in his eyes was a surprise.
Realizing she was standing frozen in place like a startled doe, she forced herself to relax a bit, though it was clear by the hurried motions of her hands twisting a silver band on her right middle finger, she was anything but.
"Embroidery actually." She answered on instinct before she grimaced slightly at her anxious tone and she cleared her throat to relax. This was not how one blended in. "B-But no. No, I shouldn't be. I am a woman of age, I can venture out whenever and wherever I so please." She said aloud. It was a line she'd rehearsed quite religiously once she'd decided she would sneak out. It was a test because she had no doubt, she'd have to say it quite a few times when her father finally got wind of what she'd done.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Nov 27, 2019 22:23:55 GMT -8
“You will be an informant,” The Empress corrects.
“This is not so much an offer of employment as it is what I am demanding from you in return for not sending you directly to the dungeon. I am using the power I have to coerce you into doing what I want — if it must be spelled out.”
“The only reason you’ll be paid,” Empress Naoki continues, fixing Fiona with a look, “Is the fact that your enthusiasm is a purchasable commodity.” A pause. The statement is not untrue.
“That, and what I am asking of you is the equivalent of many hours of clerical work. I don’t mean to make your life difficult — I just want the information.” A small shrug; it's just business.
“And I want good information, Miss Blythe. About your clients, about other criminals, about the tidbits you overhear in crowded taverns. About the fences you use, the infiltration methods you’ve taken advantage of, and the unwritten rules of your trades. About smuggling routes, hidden caches, secret signals, and codewords — all of it.”
“You will detail for me all of your contacts, tip-off none, and be truthful in your writing. You were not chosen by accident, by reputation, or on the merit of your looks alone — I know that you know enough to sit here with the High Marshal and give me enough information to earn that sack of gold.
“And, that you’re capable of finding out a great deal more. This stands to be a mutually beneficial agreement, Miss Blythe, and I’m glad you’re taking it well.”
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Vasco Correa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 92
Age: 25
Physical Description: Tall, lean, and pale, Vasco is your typical, run-of-the-mill vampire. He's got a head of choppy blonde hair that drops down his back, often held together in a ponytail.
His eyes are a pale, icy green, yet in times of thirst they bleed an angry red.
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Clothes and Equipment: It goes without saying that Vasco prefers the color black. His armor, made mostly of leather, includes a small shoulder plate and a mithril vambrace on his right arm. Now and again, when he feels that making an entrance is more important than stealth, he dons a cape.
Vasco carries a rapier with him that carries a venom in the blade. Every time it breeches skin, a bit of it will enter the bloodstream, introducing a neurotoxin that will paralyze a small area.
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Allegiances: Correa Familia
Registered: Mar 23, 2018 21:15:53 GMT -8
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Post by Vasco Correa on Nov 28, 2019 22:34:21 GMT -8
Vasco nodded at her, resting his chin on his hand. Yes, yes, that all made sense. She acted exactly as a well-adjusted young woman should.
His hand cupped his mouth.
Then his shoulders bobbled.
His cheeks rose up beneath his eyes as a soft chuckle spluttered through his fingers. "Yes, that... that's rather convincing, isn't it?" He paused to bite his lip, laughing still. "It's very easy to tell that this is your usual watering hole! What's your favorite drink? Shall I guess... barley tea?"
As he calmed down, the bartender placed a tall silvery bottle on the counter, then two goblets. Tossing some coins down, Vasco then began to pour the pale substance, serving one up to Loralyn, then one for himself.
"Consider this a first of many." He raised his goblet.
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Loralyn
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Age: 21
Physical Description: Loralyn stands at a modest 5'5" and is elegantly proportioned into a pear shape. Her hair falls in contained blonde ringlets that tend to bounce along with her motions.She has deep brown eyes that seem to constantly be assessing and analyzing a situation.
Clothes and Equipment: She is typically seen wearing gowns befitting of a tavern singer. She tries to keep herself as modest as possible while keeping her allure. She often wears heels to accentuate her height.
Registered: Dec 17, 2018 16:22:15 GMT -8
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Post by Loralyn on Nov 28, 2019 23:14:03 GMT -8
Loralyn cheeks bloomed into a rosy blush that trailed all the way up to the tips of her ears in embarrassment as the handsome stranger called her bluff. Though she couldn't imagine it was hard to spot her out in the crowd. She took a breath before she forced herself to exhale slowly to calm down a bit as she walked the few feet over to him.
The blush was still on her cheeks as she took the offered chair, trying not to pout as she elegantly sat down, tucking her skirts under herself. As she came closer, her soft fresh scent came through, not tarnished by perfumes.
"It's not really that easy to see through me, is it?" She asked anxiously as she took the goblet she assumed to be hers. She'd had sips of wine before but never really sat to enjoy a full cup. And she'd certainly never even seen a wine like this. She mirrored the stranger's motion as she whispered a soft thank you before continuing, "Tonight has already been rather full of firsts for me. Including... indulging in... certain spirits." She mused as she pulled the goblet back to her, curiously taking a sniff, wrinkling her nose a bit at the unfamiliar smell before she continued shooting him a look with a bit of indignance. "And I'll have you know, I prefer a bergamot over barley any day."
She didn't take a sip quite yet as she swirled the liquid slightly, dusty brown eyes darting from her cup to his trying to evaluate the correct way to drink- if there was one.
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Fiona Blythe
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 107
Age: 25
Physical Description: ==================================================
Quite attractive, which is quite the benefit of her public profession. High cheek bones, a sharp jawline and thin nose, soft cheeks, and a stunning outlook about her.
Her eyes are a warm green, and her skin on the paler side, but it is hard to tell if it's natural or just well applied makeup until closer inspection. Her hair drops down past her shoulders, and a dark, aged timber brown.
Catching one's eye is her goal, afterall.
She is of medium height and wonderfully maintained build, toned but soft where it matters.
Clothes and Equipment: ==================================================
In public, she can be seen wearing expensive dresses, low cut at the front, and perfectly tailored. As well as her modest jewellery, she wears a specific broach worn by those of her profession, the silver dove of the working women's union, a group of independant whores and escorts.
During her more clandestine dealings however, she wears an incognito set of clothes, featuring a tight pair of dark green greaves, soft and comfy boots that reach up her shins, a basic white shirt, a dark red vest with a handful of pockets, and a dark green hooded cloak that matches her greaves. On top of this, she wears a belt with plenty of pouches to carry her tools of the trade. Finally, a dark maroon scarf is worn over her pale features to hide her identity.
For weaponry, she carries a pair of knives, hidden away for her own protection, however she has also been seen with a seemingly basic bow from time to time. On her belt, however, she hides a small hand-crossbow, and just enough bolts to get her out of a tight spot.
Her tool belt contains many tricks of the trade, including lockpicks, a glass cutter, smoke bombs for a quick get away, and even a handful of stink bombs.
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Post by Fiona Blythe on Nov 29, 2019 15:43:49 GMT -8
Informant? Spy? Same thing, as far as Fi is concerned, and it all lead to one title; Rat. OIf course, she didn’t exactly have a choice, now that she’s known by the authorities, so its a case of taking the job, or being on the run for a very long time. Perhaps Libertalia will harbour her? But then she would have to start anew, she wouldn’t be able to move her small fortune in time, and that is just heartbreaking.
She sits back once again as Naoki speaks. Her enthusiasm being a purchasable commodity? It's in the job description, if she doesn’t act enthused, she might as well not have any more clients. Then again, Naoki isn’t wrong in her meaning. Though the latter details are reason for concern, as evident by the small frown forming on Fiona’s pretty little face.
She sits forward and ponders that for a moment. “Look, Empress, we don’t make many friends in my circles,” she begins. “Its hazardous to our profession, and I wouldn’t be surprised if you don’t have any other rats already under your employ that I’ve worked with, I can only assume that’s how you found me out, so as far as I’m concerned the majority are fair game.” The thief sits up a little straighter. “But ratting out my fences? My routes and caches? I can’t do that unless you give them immunity. Just mine, the competition can fuck itself. If you take them from me, then that cuts the information I can get and assets I can… procure a hell of a lot more difficult.”
She places her hands on the table. “The underworld in Isra goes a lot deeper than most out here know, one man’s fence is another’s information hub, everyone has more than one use. Culling them, and the information doesn’t get very far. If you agree to spare my personal contacts, those closest and most useful to me, I can get you quality information.”
Her eyes seem soft around the edges, perhaps a little worry creeping into that confident veneer. “Don’t bring down my whole world, empress. It will benefit you a lot more not to.”
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