The Phoenix State
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Roleplay posts: 151 
Registered: May 17, 2015 13:41:25 GMT -8
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Post by The Phoenix State on Jun 27, 2015 15:50:40 GMT -8
To the west of The Phoenix State is a land that separates The Phoenix State from the ocean. In recent days, after many meetings and discussions, the governing body has decided it neccessary to purge the creatures of evil from these lands. This land and cleansing was deemed The Western Expanse, as it is the only land to it's West. Due to the low tolerance of thieves and those associated with them, the evil beings here dare not to tread across the border. Normally those who do are desposed of by the Scout Union. It has come time to cross these borders, eliminate the problem, and secure the future of the Western Expanse. The land is almost desert like, but it does have greenery. In spots closer to the ocean and it's southern border, one will find forestry. The southern border is is the foothills and first ridge of the Norkai Mountains. Somewhere in these lands lies what they consider a kingdom, but most just call it a village with a castle. So keep mind, as The Phoenix State progresses with it's mission, plus the current good inhabitants, these lands will become more secure by the day. |
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Esphirises
Established
Roleplay posts: 22
Physical Description: Height: 6'6"
Weight: 260 pounds
Eye Color: Cerulean
Hair Color: Navy Blue
Skin Color: Silver and Blue with hints of scaling in Moonlight, pale in Sunlight.
Has a Seal on the back of his neck.
Esphireses stands like a human, but his body much resembles a shark in multiple aspects, especially in the face and gills. These gills seal up when out of water and his face can change into a sharks that is large enough to chomp off a humans head. head.
Clothes and Equipment: Generally he is found in his striped suit, black shirt, and white tie. Underneath his shirt is a light weight armor shirt crafted by a now extinct Elfin tribe. This armor shirt allows damage, but is extremely hard to pierce due to the type of woven metal they used. His shoes were snakeskin pointed dress boots that had blades in the heels. All in all, he was a well dressed man.
After coming back from the Ethereal Realm, he had been sent on a quest and was captured. When he returned, he had an iron helm helm that was locked around his head. Since then, he has searched high and low to find out how to get the helm off.
As for weapons, Esphireses has a cane that he does not need, but with it having the power it does, he took it for himself when they found it in Atlanticus. This cane turns into a magical trident. The trident is made of a blue metal and it's origins are unknown. Very magical, but not commonly used.
Smaller weapons that may be on him:
Shark Knife
1x Nightstick
2x Dagger
?x Combat Enhancing Drugs
2x Med-Potions
1x Shield Summoning Scroll
2x Med-Ethers
Registered: Jun 19, 2015 18:21:00 GMT -8
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Post by Esphirises on Aug 10, 2015 16:34:44 GMT -8
"We are at the forefront of tomorrow! Beyond us lies a small stretch of land with an ocean on the other side. If we can reach that ocean, we shall know borders no more! The birth of a navy is among us, let us make it ours!
To the south lies a set of mountains. We will march there when we reach water and establish our first town. We do not know what lies beyond, but there is nothing we cannot defeat!" Esphireses shouted to the men.
Shortly after the small speech, a scout returned. He had news, both good and bad, "Sir, I have spotted an Orc tribe. They seem to mingle with goblins. Their armor is light, but there is sign to human life since I seen a woman down there... What they were doing was atrocious, my lunch did not remain in my stomach. There's maybe sixty of them, primarily shortswords and a few wooden shields."
Esphireses looked to the Sun and prayed for a moment. He would draw his sword and raise it to the sky. With a burst of blue energy around the blade, the men let off a loud roar.
"AROS COMPANY, WE WILL TRAMPLE THESE PATHETIC, DISEASE INFESTED, EVIL, DISGUSTING, ORCS! WE WILL LEAVE NO SIGN OF THEIR LIVES!" Esphireses shouted.
With that, the soldiers marched on. When they were withing eyesight, the soldiers would rush forward. They'd place their shields one their backs and draw dual sword. The grounds shook and the airs were violent with the roars of the soldiers.
Within minutes the Aros Company had literally killed everything in the tribe except the woman. The ground was covered in squished, chunked, disemboweled orcs. The Aros Company would begin to set up a small camp here while burning all the remains of the tribe. As for the woman, a few officers would take her aboard a ship for safekeeping.
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Esphirises
Established
Roleplay posts: 22
Physical Description: Height: 6'6"
Weight: 260 pounds
Eye Color: Cerulean
Hair Color: Navy Blue
Skin Color: Silver and Blue with hints of scaling in Moonlight, pale in Sunlight.
Has a Seal on the back of his neck.
Esphireses stands like a human, but his body much resembles a shark in multiple aspects, especially in the face and gills. These gills seal up when out of water and his face can change into a sharks that is large enough to chomp off a humans head. head.
Clothes and Equipment: Generally he is found in his striped suit, black shirt, and white tie. Underneath his shirt is a light weight armor shirt crafted by a now extinct Elfin tribe. This armor shirt allows damage, but is extremely hard to pierce due to the type of woven metal they used. His shoes were snakeskin pointed dress boots that had blades in the heels. All in all, he was a well dressed man.
After coming back from the Ethereal Realm, he had been sent on a quest and was captured. When he returned, he had an iron helm helm that was locked around his head. Since then, he has searched high and low to find out how to get the helm off.
As for weapons, Esphireses has a cane that he does not need, but with it having the power it does, he took it for himself when they found it in Atlanticus. This cane turns into a magical trident. The trident is made of a blue metal and it's origins are unknown. Very magical, but not commonly used.
Smaller weapons that may be on him:
Shark Knife
1x Nightstick
2x Dagger
?x Combat Enhancing Drugs
2x Med-Potions
1x Shield Summoning Scroll
2x Med-Ethers
Registered: Jun 19, 2015 18:21:00 GMT -8
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Post by Esphirises on Aug 16, 2015 18:28:33 GMT -8
Crossing the Western Expanse to ocean was simpler than what was expected. They had stomped out many tribes and villages, sparing only the women and those who converted to their religious beliefs. As far as the rest of the world was concerned, the forces had eliminated and crushed hostile creatures. What the world failed to realize was that this almighty force, they were killing anything that walked that did not benefit them.
The forces were evil disguised in glory. They killed many innocent, tortured the various women of the small tribes until they were satisfied before killing them and burying them in the sand. If the outside world would have been there, or any survivor been allowed, these forces would be described as something that made orcs look like angels.
No matter, they had conquered this expanse and began building docks and a small town on the ocean side. Besides this, the forces had united and began looking South, towards the Norkari Mountains. They felt those they had purged this land and rid of it evil and now it was time to take on a real enemy, once they didn't know was going to be in their path.
Exit to Norkari Mountains.>
(Please place this under the TPS as it's own land)
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Raena Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 152 
Age: 26
Physical Description: Standing at a height of six feet one inch, Raena Fletcher is a tall, very well-built young woman. Her skin is fairly pale, yet has a slight lively glow, and she has pale blue eyes that speak of a world weariness far beyond her age. Her snow white hair is always cut at about shoulder-length, silky and flowing and always well-kept despite her otherwise Spartan nature. She has full, though never painted lips, hardly ever seeming to turn up in a smile anymore. She has a long, deep scar running up from the bottom of her left jawline to the middle of her left cheek, marring her otherwise unblemished skin. Beneath her right eye, a tattoo in the shape of a fleur de lis has been inked. It looks almost ritual in nature, but its origins are as yet unknown.
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Clothes and Equipment: Over her travels, Raena has collected many pieces of heavy armour from her fallen foes and allies alike, melting it down and reforging it into a suit of plate maille unique to her and incredibly sturdy and heavy. The suit is stained forest green with bronze trim, a design embezzled in bronze on both pauldrons, one of a fleur de lis and the other a diving raven. Her bronze gorget has been shaped into the shape of a skull. In addition, a tattered orange-brown cloak wraps around her figure, obscuring her form in battle as well as adding an element of humility to her otherwise splendid armour. She does not tend to wear a helmet into battle, preferring the widest field of view as she can get.
As for armament, she tends to use a heavy enchanted two-handed flamberge sheathed upon her back as her primary weapon, with a short gladius and buckler as a backup. Finally, she carries a set of throwing knives within her cloak, and she's fairly proficient at aiming with them.
Outside of battle, she tends to wear simple linen clothing, preferring function and comfort over form. She hardly ever wears shoes outside her armour, either, having developed well-callused and strong feet to match her hands as a result.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 16:22:46 GMT -8
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Sept 10, 2015 21:48:25 GMT -8
Seven days. It's been seven days since Wendamari and Raena Fletcher arrived in the Western Expanse, having taken an illegally-acquired boat from an Aaedanian port to land upon the shore. The days are stiflingly hot, and the nights are freezing cold, the trek broken only by idle chatter, sleep, and food, but none of it seems to particularly bother Raena. Perhaps she's just good at hiding her discomfort.
Despite the extended period of time Wendy's spent with Raena, very little about the armoured woman's history has been revealed, and Raena, while apparently having taken a liking to the woman, has still not displayed any sort of true warmth since they departed Aaedan. She remained an impenetrable enigma, the trickle of information about her slow and difficult to extract, Raena having a frustratingly proficient way of answering questions without actually answering them.
The two camels they'd been offered as part of the travel deal were a godsend, as they were incredibly strong -- able to lift many times the weight of a pack mule -- and compliant mounts. They sit upon these mounts this very day, the camels' hooves kicking up dust as they walk through the desert, in no particular hurry. It's a hot, hot day, just like yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that, and so on. The sky is blue, devoid of cloud cover. What one wouldn't give for a cloud right about now. The sun shines bright in the sky, beating down upon the two's necks, heating the surrounding sand to extreme temperatures. Every once in awhile, they'll spot a lizard darting under a stone, or hear the distant cry of a bird of prey, or view vultures circling their latest prize nearby, but all in all, the land is quiet and dead, but for the siroccos gusting across the land, adding more pressure to the heat.
Raena wears an unusual garb, for her. She's cut the sleeves off her linen shirt and bleached it white, so as to reflect more of the light, revealing her incredibly toned arms, more powerful than was seen beneath her armour. Her trousers are baggy and breathable, although their dark hue makes them much hotter than Raena would like. She wears no shoes, preferring to go barefoot when out of her armour. She's been silent for the past hour, but finally, she speaks up. "Wendy, are you doing alright, there?" she asks, her voice flat and neutral as usual, though Wendy's probably used to that by now.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2015 21:53:13 GMT -8
Wendy rode behind Raena, laying spread out on her camel and wishing she could just collapse and die- it'd save her the pain of living with the last week of insanity.
"Why....did we....have....to steal....a boat....Miss Fletcher?" She panted weakly. She grabbed one of her water pouches and tried to pull water out of it, only to wish she could cry when it wound up empty. Her clothes had dried up of the sweat due to the heat, and sadly had no change of clothes. Despite her black skin, she was beginning to turn red.
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Raena Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 152
Age: 26
Physical Description: Standing at a height of six feet one inch, Raena Fletcher is a tall, very well-built young woman. Her skin is fairly pale, yet has a slight lively glow, and she has pale blue eyes that speak of a world weariness far beyond her age. Her snow white hair is always cut at about shoulder-length, silky and flowing and always well-kept despite her otherwise Spartan nature. She has full, though never painted lips, hardly ever seeming to turn up in a smile anymore. She has a long, deep scar running up from the bottom of her left jawline to the middle of her left cheek, marring her otherwise unblemished skin. Beneath her right eye, a tattoo in the shape of a fleur de lis has been inked. It looks almost ritual in nature, but its origins are as yet unknown.
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Clothes and Equipment: Over her travels, Raena has collected many pieces of heavy armour from her fallen foes and allies alike, melting it down and reforging it into a suit of plate maille unique to her and incredibly sturdy and heavy. The suit is stained forest green with bronze trim, a design embezzled in bronze on both pauldrons, one of a fleur de lis and the other a diving raven. Her bronze gorget has been shaped into the shape of a skull. In addition, a tattered orange-brown cloak wraps around her figure, obscuring her form in battle as well as adding an element of humility to her otherwise splendid armour. She does not tend to wear a helmet into battle, preferring the widest field of view as she can get.
As for armament, she tends to use a heavy enchanted two-handed flamberge sheathed upon her back as her primary weapon, with a short gladius and buckler as a backup. Finally, she carries a set of throwing knives within her cloak, and she's fairly proficient at aiming with them.
Outside of battle, she tends to wear simple linen clothing, preferring function and comfort over form. She hardly ever wears shoes outside her armour, either, having developed well-callused and strong feet to match her hands as a result.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 16:22:46 GMT -8
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Sept 10, 2015 22:02:26 GMT -8
Contrastingly, despite Raena's fair skin, she appears to be wholly unaffected by the sun's rays, but for a very, very slight tan. Upon hearing Wendamari's distress, she reaches into a saddlebag to her side, pulling out a full waterskin and tossing it back toward the hydrokineticist, saying, "Catch." Apparently, she's come more prepared than Wendy. She wonders what could possibly be loaded up in all of those saddlebags if not water and food.
"We did not steal it, we simply bought the services of the man who did," responds Raena, as if that makes it better, "and it was for the purpose of reassignment. The Order of the Hammer wants people in The Phoenix State, for some reason, and I was the first to be redeployed. I am sure leadership knows what they're doing." Her own waterskin is linked about her shoulder with a leather strap, and so she pulls it up to her mouth and takes a short sip.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2015 22:06:46 GMT -8
Wendy didn't bother catching the waterskin, having it smack her in the head and plop to the ground. Soon after, Wendy weakly wiggled her finger. The waterskin began to float and slowly follow her until it attached itself to her person. She wiggled her hand a little more and the water inside floated out of the skin and into her mouth. With a sigh she sat up.
"I suppose, but I just don't want to be a thief..." She said with lament in her voice. "I mean, that whole ordeal in White City....let's just say that wasn't how I wanted my first adventure to go, you know?"
There was a bit of silence before she continued.
"Still...thanks for standing up for me. I don't know how to make it up to you."
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Raena Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 152
Age: 26
Physical Description: Standing at a height of six feet one inch, Raena Fletcher is a tall, very well-built young woman. Her skin is fairly pale, yet has a slight lively glow, and she has pale blue eyes that speak of a world weariness far beyond her age. Her snow white hair is always cut at about shoulder-length, silky and flowing and always well-kept despite her otherwise Spartan nature. She has full, though never painted lips, hardly ever seeming to turn up in a smile anymore. She has a long, deep scar running up from the bottom of her left jawline to the middle of her left cheek, marring her otherwise unblemished skin. Beneath her right eye, a tattoo in the shape of a fleur de lis has been inked. It looks almost ritual in nature, but its origins are as yet unknown.
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Clothes and Equipment: Over her travels, Raena has collected many pieces of heavy armour from her fallen foes and allies alike, melting it down and reforging it into a suit of plate maille unique to her and incredibly sturdy and heavy. The suit is stained forest green with bronze trim, a design embezzled in bronze on both pauldrons, one of a fleur de lis and the other a diving raven. Her bronze gorget has been shaped into the shape of a skull. In addition, a tattered orange-brown cloak wraps around her figure, obscuring her form in battle as well as adding an element of humility to her otherwise splendid armour. She does not tend to wear a helmet into battle, preferring the widest field of view as she can get.
As for armament, she tends to use a heavy enchanted two-handed flamberge sheathed upon her back as her primary weapon, with a short gladius and buckler as a backup. Finally, she carries a set of throwing knives within her cloak, and she's fairly proficient at aiming with them.
Outside of battle, she tends to wear simple linen clothing, preferring function and comfort over form. She hardly ever wears shoes outside her armour, either, having developed well-callused and strong feet to match her hands as a result.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 16:22:46 GMT -8
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Sept 10, 2015 22:12:01 GMT -8
Raena smiles lightly at the sentiment, although the expression is obviously unable to be seen from Wendy's perspective. "There is no need to make it up, Wendy," responds Raena, having taken to calling Wendamari by a nickname, certainly more familiar than anyone but her cousins so far. "I did not stand up for you because I required compensation for it. I stood up for you because you were guilty of no wrongdoing by anyone of that city -- in fact, you should have been venerated as a hero. Instead, because of your race, you were convicted. This is not right."
Lo, apparently the nihilist has a moral code. The plot thickens.
"In any case...I am glad I did. I have...enjoyed travelling with you, despite the circumstances," Raena continues. This is probably the most she's talked since they've arrived. "Trekking through this desert alone would be very dull. You certainly help to liven it up."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2015 22:13:08 GMT -8
"Yeah, about that travel....why didn't you stick us in your void hole like before?"
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Raena Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 152
Age: 26
Physical Description: Standing at a height of six feet one inch, Raena Fletcher is a tall, very well-built young woman. Her skin is fairly pale, yet has a slight lively glow, and she has pale blue eyes that speak of a world weariness far beyond her age. Her snow white hair is always cut at about shoulder-length, silky and flowing and always well-kept despite her otherwise Spartan nature. She has full, though never painted lips, hardly ever seeming to turn up in a smile anymore. She has a long, deep scar running up from the bottom of her left jawline to the middle of her left cheek, marring her otherwise unblemished skin. Beneath her right eye, a tattoo in the shape of a fleur de lis has been inked. It looks almost ritual in nature, but its origins are as yet unknown.
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Clothes and Equipment: Over her travels, Raena has collected many pieces of heavy armour from her fallen foes and allies alike, melting it down and reforging it into a suit of plate maille unique to her and incredibly sturdy and heavy. The suit is stained forest green with bronze trim, a design embezzled in bronze on both pauldrons, one of a fleur de lis and the other a diving raven. Her bronze gorget has been shaped into the shape of a skull. In addition, a tattered orange-brown cloak wraps around her figure, obscuring her form in battle as well as adding an element of humility to her otherwise splendid armour. She does not tend to wear a helmet into battle, preferring the widest field of view as she can get.
As for armament, she tends to use a heavy enchanted two-handed flamberge sheathed upon her back as her primary weapon, with a short gladius and buckler as a backup. Finally, she carries a set of throwing knives within her cloak, and she's fairly proficient at aiming with them.
Outside of battle, she tends to wear simple linen clothing, preferring function and comfort over form. She hardly ever wears shoes outside her armour, either, having developed well-callused and strong feet to match her hands as a result.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 16:22:46 GMT -8
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Sept 10, 2015 22:17:33 GMT -8
"Travelling that distance would likely cause permanent damage to my mental state, and kill you. The more powerful the favours I invoke from The Void, the more damage it causes me, and since you are not attuned to The Void, you are even less resistant to it than myself," responds Raena, staying silent for several moments before continuing. "I would not mind -- my life is meaningless...but I did not wish to put you in such imminent danger," she finally admits, her cheeks tinged slightly red for a moment -- and not because of the sun.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2015 22:21:38 GMT -8
She raised an eyebrow.
"There's that 'my life doesn't matter' talk....why do you keep thinking that? Without you I'd be skewered by the king of White City himself."
Wendy caught up to Raena and rode beside her.
"I mean there's so much to live for! What's the point of going on an adventure if you don't make a name for yourself? Yeah, we'll probably die one day, but until then I say we make the use of it and come up with fun stories to tell our adoring fans!"
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Raena Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 152
Age: 26
Physical Description: Standing at a height of six feet one inch, Raena Fletcher is a tall, very well-built young woman. Her skin is fairly pale, yet has a slight lively glow, and she has pale blue eyes that speak of a world weariness far beyond her age. Her snow white hair is always cut at about shoulder-length, silky and flowing and always well-kept despite her otherwise Spartan nature. She has full, though never painted lips, hardly ever seeming to turn up in a smile anymore. She has a long, deep scar running up from the bottom of her left jawline to the middle of her left cheek, marring her otherwise unblemished skin. Beneath her right eye, a tattoo in the shape of a fleur de lis has been inked. It looks almost ritual in nature, but its origins are as yet unknown.
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Clothes and Equipment: Over her travels, Raena has collected many pieces of heavy armour from her fallen foes and allies alike, melting it down and reforging it into a suit of plate maille unique to her and incredibly sturdy and heavy. The suit is stained forest green with bronze trim, a design embezzled in bronze on both pauldrons, one of a fleur de lis and the other a diving raven. Her bronze gorget has been shaped into the shape of a skull. In addition, a tattered orange-brown cloak wraps around her figure, obscuring her form in battle as well as adding an element of humility to her otherwise splendid armour. She does not tend to wear a helmet into battle, preferring the widest field of view as she can get.
As for armament, she tends to use a heavy enchanted two-handed flamberge sheathed upon her back as her primary weapon, with a short gladius and buckler as a backup. Finally, she carries a set of throwing knives within her cloak, and she's fairly proficient at aiming with them.
Outside of battle, she tends to wear simple linen clothing, preferring function and comfort over form. She hardly ever wears shoes outside her armour, either, having developed well-callused and strong feet to match her hands as a result.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 16:22:46 GMT -8
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Sept 10, 2015 22:28:56 GMT -8
Raena looks over to Wendy, her own eyebrow raised in the Drow's direction. "Adoring fans?" she asks, sceptically. "Somehow I doubt we will be attracting a following. In any case, all life is ultimately meaningless. We are all consigned to The Void from the moment we are born. While we should live this life to the fullest, truly it is simply a distraction while we bide our time, waiting for The Void, until the day we become one with it, another voice echoing in its glorious, endless darkness," responds Raena, her voice still flat, yet somehow reflecting a sincere zeal. "In any case, it is fulfilling to me to see you live, and so I choose to make travelling with you part of my living distraction," responds Raena, giving a small half-smile as she looks back over to her Drow companion.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2015 22:35:44 GMT -8
"Ugh, this makes no sense to me. My parents were literally immortal. No point of dying unless you go out in flames of glory...." She grumbled to herself.
"How close are we to the city anyway? I've never made it out this far before."
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Raena Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 152
Age: 26
Physical Description: Standing at a height of six feet one inch, Raena Fletcher is a tall, very well-built young woman. Her skin is fairly pale, yet has a slight lively glow, and she has pale blue eyes that speak of a world weariness far beyond her age. Her snow white hair is always cut at about shoulder-length, silky and flowing and always well-kept despite her otherwise Spartan nature. She has full, though never painted lips, hardly ever seeming to turn up in a smile anymore. She has a long, deep scar running up from the bottom of her left jawline to the middle of her left cheek, marring her otherwise unblemished skin. Beneath her right eye, a tattoo in the shape of a fleur de lis has been inked. It looks almost ritual in nature, but its origins are as yet unknown.
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Clothes and Equipment: Over her travels, Raena has collected many pieces of heavy armour from her fallen foes and allies alike, melting it down and reforging it into a suit of plate maille unique to her and incredibly sturdy and heavy. The suit is stained forest green with bronze trim, a design embezzled in bronze on both pauldrons, one of a fleur de lis and the other a diving raven. Her bronze gorget has been shaped into the shape of a skull. In addition, a tattered orange-brown cloak wraps around her figure, obscuring her form in battle as well as adding an element of humility to her otherwise splendid armour. She does not tend to wear a helmet into battle, preferring the widest field of view as she can get.
As for armament, she tends to use a heavy enchanted two-handed flamberge sheathed upon her back as her primary weapon, with a short gladius and buckler as a backup. Finally, she carries a set of throwing knives within her cloak, and she's fairly proficient at aiming with them.
Outside of battle, she tends to wear simple linen clothing, preferring function and comfort over form. She hardly ever wears shoes outside her armour, either, having developed well-callused and strong feet to match her hands as a result.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 16:22:46 GMT -8
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Sept 10, 2015 22:44:38 GMT -8
"A neverending distraction," muses Raena, "that sounds horrible to me. Anyway, I am not entirely certain how close we are. It was said to be about a week's journey to the minor kingdom within the Expanse, which acts as a trading post between the sea and the Phoenix State proper. However, if they were incorrect, with rationing I have been able to save a sizable portion of water and food for the both of us. You may have most of it, if you wish."
The sun has begun to set over the Expanse, the sky turning several beautiful shades of orange and red as the heat suddenly and quickly begins to abate. The one time that the weather in the desert is bearable is this short period in between stiflingly hot and icy cold, and it's one that Raena appears to be enjoying, her eyes closed as she leans back upon her camel and lets out a soft, contented breath, more relaxed now than she has been in a week. It's interesting, most people reject Raena as a travelling companion due to her nihilistic views, but this Drow appears to actually be trying -- if not very successfully -- to understand her. It was an almost...gratifying experience.
"What exactly do you believe in, Wendy?" she asks, suddenly, curious as she sits up in her saddle.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2015 22:49:16 GMT -8
"What do I believe in....I don't know if you want to hear it, it's pretty dumb. It's something my family taught me, and even I think it's kinda silly...."
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Raena Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 152
Age: 26
Physical Description: Standing at a height of six feet one inch, Raena Fletcher is a tall, very well-built young woman. Her skin is fairly pale, yet has a slight lively glow, and she has pale blue eyes that speak of a world weariness far beyond her age. Her snow white hair is always cut at about shoulder-length, silky and flowing and always well-kept despite her otherwise Spartan nature. She has full, though never painted lips, hardly ever seeming to turn up in a smile anymore. She has a long, deep scar running up from the bottom of her left jawline to the middle of her left cheek, marring her otherwise unblemished skin. Beneath her right eye, a tattoo in the shape of a fleur de lis has been inked. It looks almost ritual in nature, but its origins are as yet unknown.
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Clothes and Equipment: Over her travels, Raena has collected many pieces of heavy armour from her fallen foes and allies alike, melting it down and reforging it into a suit of plate maille unique to her and incredibly sturdy and heavy. The suit is stained forest green with bronze trim, a design embezzled in bronze on both pauldrons, one of a fleur de lis and the other a diving raven. Her bronze gorget has been shaped into the shape of a skull. In addition, a tattered orange-brown cloak wraps around her figure, obscuring her form in battle as well as adding an element of humility to her otherwise splendid armour. She does not tend to wear a helmet into battle, preferring the widest field of view as she can get.
As for armament, she tends to use a heavy enchanted two-handed flamberge sheathed upon her back as her primary weapon, with a short gladius and buckler as a backup. Finally, she carries a set of throwing knives within her cloak, and she's fairly proficient at aiming with them.
Outside of battle, she tends to wear simple linen clothing, preferring function and comfort over form. She hardly ever wears shoes outside her armour, either, having developed well-callused and strong feet to match her hands as a result.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 16:22:46 GMT -8
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Sept 10, 2015 22:52:58 GMT -8
Raena gives a surprisingly encouraging smile as she states, "Please, tell me. I wish to hear it."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2015 23:01:01 GMT -8
"Okay, just....just don't laugh...." Wendy said hesitantly. She sighed.
"My family believes....that when a fairy dies....if they've done something amazing in their lifetime they become a star in the sky. Those that don't become grains of sand on the beach to be washed away and forgotten."
Wendy suddenly lost her normal eagerness and frowned. Her large elvish ears drooped with weight.
"I was raised by fairies, but....I'm not a fairy. I will never be a fairy. I never want to be a fairy....but I want to feel like if I accomplish something so great I can join them in the afterlife....it's...especially depressing knowing I'll be going there first.....I'm older than you are, not even a young adult by your standards, and I'll still die before my grandmother...my great grandmother....Believing that none of it matters on top of it just kills me. I couldn't handle the sadness for another 400 years, and my family couldn't handle the depression for another 2000 years."
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Raena Fletcher
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Roleplay posts: 152
Age: 26
Physical Description: Standing at a height of six feet one inch, Raena Fletcher is a tall, very well-built young woman. Her skin is fairly pale, yet has a slight lively glow, and she has pale blue eyes that speak of a world weariness far beyond her age. Her snow white hair is always cut at about shoulder-length, silky and flowing and always well-kept despite her otherwise Spartan nature. She has full, though never painted lips, hardly ever seeming to turn up in a smile anymore. She has a long, deep scar running up from the bottom of her left jawline to the middle of her left cheek, marring her otherwise unblemished skin. Beneath her right eye, a tattoo in the shape of a fleur de lis has been inked. It looks almost ritual in nature, but its origins are as yet unknown.
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Clothes and Equipment: Over her travels, Raena has collected many pieces of heavy armour from her fallen foes and allies alike, melting it down and reforging it into a suit of plate maille unique to her and incredibly sturdy and heavy. The suit is stained forest green with bronze trim, a design embezzled in bronze on both pauldrons, one of a fleur de lis and the other a diving raven. Her bronze gorget has been shaped into the shape of a skull. In addition, a tattered orange-brown cloak wraps around her figure, obscuring her form in battle as well as adding an element of humility to her otherwise splendid armour. She does not tend to wear a helmet into battle, preferring the widest field of view as she can get.
As for armament, she tends to use a heavy enchanted two-handed flamberge sheathed upon her back as her primary weapon, with a short gladius and buckler as a backup. Finally, she carries a set of throwing knives within her cloak, and she's fairly proficient at aiming with them.
Outside of battle, she tends to wear simple linen clothing, preferring function and comfort over form. She hardly ever wears shoes outside her armour, either, having developed well-callused and strong feet to match her hands as a result.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 16:22:46 GMT -8
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Sept 10, 2015 23:25:47 GMT -8
"So...either you achieve greatness, and become a star, or you fail and become a grain of sand," repeats Raena, frowning lightly. "But what is the standard of greatness? I mean, could not saving a single being's life be considered an act of greatness? Who makes the standard? Is greatness achieved by believing you have done something great, being contented with the life you have lived? Or is there a certain level of achievement you must reach in order to achieve said level of greatness?" She ponders this for a moment, her brow furrowed and her lips turned down into a contemplative expression.
Finally, she responds. "I understand your philosophy no more than you understand mine, I'm afraid. I am sorry. The Void exists, and I know that it does, and that when my life ends I will become another voice in the darkness, but...perhaps your belief is no less correct than my own. Perhaps our beliefs are ultimately what decide the outcome of our deaths. A strange thought, to be sure."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2015 6:53:04 GMT -8
Wendy sighed again and seemed to cheer up.
"Well, it doesn't matter," She said in her normal voice, "What matters is what we do now. And right now, we really need to get to the next city."
As she spoke, Wendamari rummaged through her bag for something, eventually pulling out a scroll. She began to read it out loud in a strange tongue. Suddenly, water started to form in front of her, hovering in the air. She opened a water sack and gestured to the inside, causing the small pool of water to move through the air and into the water sack. She tightened the cap on it before stopping and banging her head against the camel's hump.
"Oh gods dammit...." She grumbled in a frustrated tone.
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Raena Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 152
Age: 26
Physical Description: Standing at a height of six feet one inch, Raena Fletcher is a tall, very well-built young woman. Her skin is fairly pale, yet has a slight lively glow, and she has pale blue eyes that speak of a world weariness far beyond her age. Her snow white hair is always cut at about shoulder-length, silky and flowing and always well-kept despite her otherwise Spartan nature. She has full, though never painted lips, hardly ever seeming to turn up in a smile anymore. She has a long, deep scar running up from the bottom of her left jawline to the middle of her left cheek, marring her otherwise unblemished skin. Beneath her right eye, a tattoo in the shape of a fleur de lis has been inked. It looks almost ritual in nature, but its origins are as yet unknown.
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Clothes and Equipment: Over her travels, Raena has collected many pieces of heavy armour from her fallen foes and allies alike, melting it down and reforging it into a suit of plate maille unique to her and incredibly sturdy and heavy. The suit is stained forest green with bronze trim, a design embezzled in bronze on both pauldrons, one of a fleur de lis and the other a diving raven. Her bronze gorget has been shaped into the shape of a skull. In addition, a tattered orange-brown cloak wraps around her figure, obscuring her form in battle as well as adding an element of humility to her otherwise splendid armour. She does not tend to wear a helmet into battle, preferring the widest field of view as she can get.
As for armament, she tends to use a heavy enchanted two-handed flamberge sheathed upon her back as her primary weapon, with a short gladius and buckler as a backup. Finally, she carries a set of throwing knives within her cloak, and she's fairly proficient at aiming with them.
Outside of battle, she tends to wear simple linen clothing, preferring function and comfort over form. She hardly ever wears shoes outside her armour, either, having developed well-callused and strong feet to match her hands as a result.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 16:22:46 GMT -8
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Sept 11, 2015 7:26:55 GMT -8
"Indeed we do. We may be close, although we should also consider building a camp before nightfall. You already know how cold it gets," responds Raena, before looking over and raising a brow at her sudden cursing. "What?" she asks, "Is not getting more water a good thing?"
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