Regina Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 29 
Age: 57
Physical Description: Regina is a rather average woman, standing at 5'8" with a slightly lithe figure. She's a bit pale due to extended periods of staying indoors and wearing large, flamboyant hats that keep her in the shade when she goes out.
Like all Fletchers, Regina has silvery white hair. Her eyes are a deep shade of purple.
Though her growing years have taken a toll on her appearance, she doesn't seem quite as old as she is.
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Clothes and Equipment: Like most women her age, Regina wears modest, expensive dresses. Though in the confines of her home and the comfort of casual settings her outfits are often elegant and straightforward, formal events allow the woman to tack on unwarranted amounts of decorations and layers onto her outfits.
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Registered: Apr 24, 2018 20:03:48 GMT -8
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Post by Regina Fletcher on Jan 26, 2020 20:19:17 GMT -8
The Artificiary
Though not a big space, the artifact store has managed to squeeze a massive amount of items in every single nook and cranny. Weapons, shields, armor, tools, jewelry, and other such enchanted objects can be found here, made by the skillful artificer Regina Fletcher. Some of these artifacts are dangerous, some useful, others entertaining, but they all have a place. They have been used by the magical and unmagical alike, sometimes in tandem, other times in battle. It matters not as long as you're willing to pay for the gifts than you can receive here. Regina is often working to create more artifacts, so she leaves the selling to a halfling by the name of Aster. |
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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 Jan 26, 2020 20:31:04 GMT -8
With all the interesting artefacts and trinkets popping up all over the place, Fiona just had to find out where they were coming from. She’d seen a colleague or two running around with a caged gem that apparently worked better than her infertility potions, and many were talking about a trinket that made men go crazy for them, boosting their income dramatically. Yes she could steal them, as is her second career, but she found that this sort of thing was best to have a supplier for. After all, buying a trinket is far better than having to find the right one to pinch.
She had to find where they were coming from!
Thankfully, and with some gentle persuasion, she had managed to get the name of such a shop out of one of her colleagues, and not a day later, she found herself walking through the shop’s front door. “Wow…” she says with a quiet voice as she steps inside, admiring all of the intricate designs and craftsmanship dotted around the shop. The beauty of the work matches the lovely red dress she wears to the shop, one that matches her lips and contrasts against her dark hair. No matter if she’s working or shopping, Fiona always had to look good.
Her attention is finally brought back to the shopkeep. “Ah! Hello,” she says with a warm smile. “I’m looking for the incredibly talented person who has created all of this.” She gestures to the work around them. “I simply must congratulate them on such craftsmanship, and if I understood correctly, the enchantments within. Truly impressive.”
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Regina Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 57
Physical Description: Regina is a rather average woman, standing at 5'8" with a slightly lithe figure. She's a bit pale due to extended periods of staying indoors and wearing large, flamboyant hats that keep her in the shade when she goes out.
Like all Fletchers, Regina has silvery white hair. Her eyes are a deep shade of purple.
Though her growing years have taken a toll on her appearance, she doesn't seem quite as old as she is.
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Clothes and Equipment: Like most women her age, Regina wears modest, expensive dresses. Though in the confines of her home and the comfort of casual settings her outfits are often elegant and straightforward, formal events allow the woman to tack on unwarranted amounts of decorations and layers onto her outfits.
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Registered: Apr 24, 2018 20:03:48 GMT -8
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Post by Regina Fletcher on Jan 30, 2020 11:20:04 GMT -8
Lifting her head, the little blonde halfling grinned and tapped her feet. "Welcome, welcome! This is the Artificiary, yes, and you're in luck. Madame Fletcher is-"
"Present."
The low regality of her voice contrasted Aster's with a stark indignance. She slid out from one of the curtains, a tall and willowy pillar of a woman who stood with her back straight and her chin up. Her hands clasped at her waist, her silver hair tied back into a neat bun, and her violet lips pressed to the sides and drew fine lines across her face.
Undoubtedly, she was noble. The high necked evening dress and a golden broach sitting nearly between her collarbones only furthered the image, but it was apparent without them. She gave a thin smile in greeting and a small curtsey.
"Regina Fletcher. I am the artificer behind all of these wares. I thank you for the compliment, Mistress...?"
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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 Feb 3, 2020 23:29:09 GMT -8
Fiona’s attention snaps to the older woman as she slips from the curtains, and finding Regina a little more what she expected to see out of a master artificier than the halfling. As far as she knew, the halflings weren’t exactly known for thier jewels and crafts, and more for their mastery of bacon, breakfasts, and all things food. They even have second breakfasts because they’re so good at it!
She gives a curtsey in reply, her dress almost as fancy as Regina’s and one she may recognise as made by none other than Raelyn Fletcher. All the hallmarks are there that make it plainly obvious to anyone with a trained eye. “Fiona Blythe,” Fi finally says with a wide, warm smile across her ruby lips. “The compliment is not nearly enough for such crafts,” she continues, gesturing to the work around them. “But perhaps my business may make up the difference?” She then lets out a chuckle when she realizes something. "You know, no matter where I go, I always end up in business with a Fletcher."
“Your work has reputation in many places, I would assume,” she says as she brings her hands back down in front of her, taking up a more noble pose. She knew of two where they were well known, her public work, and potentially her private work, however the latter is never by name so she’s not entirely sure. “Very much so in my line of business. I was told by many like me that you provide the means to improve my work, and I would like to sample your ware. I’m a courtesan, you see. That should narrow it down, I hope?”
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Regina Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 57
Physical Description: Regina is a rather average woman, standing at 5'8" with a slightly lithe figure. She's a bit pale due to extended periods of staying indoors and wearing large, flamboyant hats that keep her in the shade when she goes out.
Like all Fletchers, Regina has silvery white hair. Her eyes are a deep shade of purple.
Though her growing years have taken a toll on her appearance, she doesn't seem quite as old as she is.
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Clothes and Equipment: Like most women her age, Regina wears modest, expensive dresses. Though in the confines of her home and the comfort of casual settings her outfits are often elegant and straightforward, formal events allow the woman to tack on unwarranted amounts of decorations and layers onto her outfits.
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Registered: Apr 24, 2018 20:03:48 GMT -8
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Post by Regina Fletcher on Feb 6, 2020 17:59:55 GMT -8
"Mistress Blythe, then," decided Regina, her own smile pleasant, but not at all warm. Her brows raised slowly as the woman spoke of another Fletcher. "Hopefully none of them were called Reynad, Robert, or Roarin. In fact, I hope it wasn't most of them, heathens that they tend to be." She pressed her lips together and closed her eyes, looking away briefly. "My apologies. Bad family history. I'm sure you understand."
Regina put away her reservations and listened to Fiona, of her business and the problems that arose from them. The artificer gave her a knowing nod and pointed to Aster, who curtseyed before she ran off on tiny, deft feet. "This has been one of my best selling items thus far. It was not easy to acquire pink pearls for this project, but I've struck a deal with some merfolk."
Aster padded back over, holding up the small trinket. Regina thanked her and took it up, showing it to Fiona. "The pearl represents the egg, and the silver is the barrier that prevents the seed from reaching it. You have witnessed magical barriers before, I presume. It works in much the same way. Would you like it as a choker, princess, or opera length, Mistress Blythe?"
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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 Feb 12, 2020 2:16:48 GMT -8
The courtesan gives a small, dignified chuckle as the names are listed. "Unfortunately my path has indeed crossed paths with Robert, and I consider him a friend. The other would be Raelyn, one of exceptional talents I've found." She gives a light dismissing wave. "Of course, I do understand, but family disputes are of no business of mine. My business is with you, and I'll assure you that it is highly sought after."
Fiona's face lights up as the necklaces are produced, and looks each over with great interest. She picks one or two up to inspect the craftsmanship and quality of the pearl. "Extraordinary," she says as she gently places the necklaces back down, making them look untouched. She seems to have exceptionally talented hand, this one. "The craftsmanship is some of the best I've ever seen, it's… truly remarkable." She looks back to Regina, beaming. "I'll take twelve of each."
She stands up straight once again, truly elegant. "You see, I've recently opened my own stand-alone business, the Violet Star. Our girls are in high demand, and command quite the price, so I spare no expense in protecting them as I would myself. It keeps them happy, and a happy whore is a profitable one, I'm sure you'll agree." Her finger gently brushes over the pearl again, a smile spreading across her cheeks. Regina would surely see that she's a little more serious than just a common courtesan coming in to pick up a trinket or two for herself. She had a business to run. "What else do you have that would suit my profession, hm?"
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Regina Fletcher
Established
Roleplay posts: 29
Age: 57
Physical Description: Regina is a rather average woman, standing at 5'8" with a slightly lithe figure. She's a bit pale due to extended periods of staying indoors and wearing large, flamboyant hats that keep her in the shade when she goes out.
Like all Fletchers, Regina has silvery white hair. Her eyes are a deep shade of purple.
Though her growing years have taken a toll on her appearance, she doesn't seem quite as old as she is.
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Clothes and Equipment: Like most women her age, Regina wears modest, expensive dresses. Though in the confines of her home and the comfort of casual settings her outfits are often elegant and straightforward, formal events allow the woman to tack on unwarranted amounts of decorations and layers onto her outfits.
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Registered: Apr 24, 2018 20:03:48 GMT -8
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Post by Regina Fletcher on Feb 18, 2020 16:26:38 GMT -8
Regina's eyebrows softly raised when Fiona ordered- not just twelve, but twelve of each length she offered. She looked to Aster and pointed a finger to the back. "And pack them in the good cases, made with the rabbit pelt."
The halfling darted off without question, moving behind the counter to ready the trinkets and their chains. She worked deftly, little fingers precise and careful with her work, never slipping or tangling the threads that were carefully measured twice, then cut once.
"A pleasure to have your patronage, Mistress Blythe. I was not aware that the Bordello was already open, but I should have suspected it; rumors have been going around." She did not spend much time on the subject, as Regina was a traditional woman, after all. Still, she had been selling to many less savory characters since before the opening of her shop. Someone as harmless as a gathering of whores was no threat to her person.
The artificer glanced around, fingers drumming against her elbow, the other set curled at her clavicle. "I have nothing else specific to your line of work, but you might find other items that could work just as well. Do you have protections against maladies?"
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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 Feb 22, 2020 18:35:42 GMT -8
Ah, the good cases. That’s more than enough to that Regina knows Fiona means business, and lots of it. The courtesan had emptied her legitimate money stashes to create this business, and she isn’t about to skimp out when money can make money, especially with Yelan’s projections and how business is already booming. Cutting a cost here or there won’t cut it this time.
“Yes! We opened a few nights ago, and it's going quite swimmingly,” she says with a long grin. “But we’re about to run out of infertility tinctures, and refilling them is rather costly. I feel your trinkets will be much more cost effective.” There’s that business terminology again! She’s already feeling like a business owner already. “I hope those rumours are good, of course. Can’t have unsavoury types making us look bad, not when we’re quite literally the best around.” At least, to her and several of her customers. They had spent the money to get that far, at least.
“We do have a doctor on retainer,” she says, pertaining to Regina’s question. “But thankfully we’ve taken many precautions against maladies, but I am more than happy to see your other wares. You never know when something might be of great use to us, or even me personally. Please, do show me any items you think may be of use. I doubt I’ve finished spending today with just the infertility trinkets.”
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