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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2015 10:29:14 GMT -8
"I'm not too sure myself," Wendy said as the tendrils grabbed the bird and began the process it did with the rabbit, which had moved to another part of the watery mass to be deboned and diced up. The chopped vegetables plopped into the pot and began to cook. Wendy poured some spices into the pot and began to stir the waters by moving her hands around.
"My mom just mentioned she found me as a baby and decided to take me in. I think she mentioned some humans were going to kill me because of what i looked like. Apparently back when I was an infant drow were irredeemably evil and my mother thought she could fix that."
The pot began to bubble, releasing a magnificent smell of meat and vegetables cooking that wafted through the area.
"Honestly, the only thing weird about it is how different the rest of the world is. I'm not used to everything being bigger than me."
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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.
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Sept 13, 2015 11:39:43 GMT -8
"Mm. Drow are usually not the kindest souls. Present company excluded, of course," states Raena in response, her eyes tracking the spectacle before her as it happens. "It is lucky you were found by the Fey, however. Even if you were somehow rescued from the humans another way, if you had grown up with other Drow...well, I am afraid that we would not be fast friends, were we to meet," she continues, inching a little closer to the fire. She's loath to admit it, but even with the fire nearby, the cold is starting to get to her. Besides, it couldn't hurt to be closer to that delicious-smelling stew.
"I do imagine it would be hard to readjust to everything being macro-sized after living with fey and their miniscule constructions for so long. What was your reaction when you saw your first building?" asks Raena inquisitively.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2015 11:46:26 GMT -8
She giggled.
"I felt tiny. I was so used to buildings that came up to my chest that seeing houses tower over me was a bit of culture shock. Although to be fair I was lucky, my mom decided to build me a normal size building to live in. It sucked for her because everything was friggen huge. Oh well, being able to fly fixes that."
The water begin to boil away in the pot, leaving behind a thick soup that bubbled and churned with a brownish tint. The steam, however, floated up into the air for a little bit before condensing and turning back into pure water to join the tendrils. Having finished processing the food, the water tendrils dusted their watery hands off and went back into their respective watersacks, as clean as when they came out.
"Luckily fairies don't do education so I didn't have much reason to leave the house except when Grandma Birdi trained me. The other fairies treated me pretty well too. If it wasn't for the things I read in books Mom got for me, I wouldn't have known my kind are spider-worshiping rapists. I don't even like spiders, to be honest...."
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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.
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Sept 13, 2015 12:43:25 GMT -8
Raena grins lightly at the mental imagery. "How did it never say anything about architecture in any of your books, though? I mean, even Drow architecture is pretty massive compared to natural faerie structures," inquires Raena, before stating as an aside, "That soup smells lovely."
She doesn't seem like the type to ever call something "lovely". In fact, she even seems a bit surprised at her choice of words, frowning down at herself. Is she getting comfortable with another being again? That would be...well, it could be worrisome. In her thoughts, she misses the bit about the spider-worshipping rapists, asking hardly a second after Wendamari finishes speaking, "Are you certain you wish to continue on with me, Wendy? I am not sure you realise just how dangerous it can get in my line of work. We will likely fight in grand battles, take on hordes of enemies with just a few men, even fight great abominations of magic with very little backup. We are not likely to die of old age...and I would hate to see one as young as yourself, by Drow standards, die before you really even lived..."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2015 12:54:09 GMT -8
"HAH!" Wendy proclaimed. She moved the liquid in the pot into a wooden bowl big enough for one person and handed it to Raena.
"Listen, if your cousin couldn't hit me I think I can handle whatever you got. Besides, it's not an adventure without danger! The best way to live is to always be near death! That's what my grandma taught me!"
She poured the soup into another bowl and walked to join Raena on the stump.
"You should hear about the time a dire crocodile swallowed her whole. She cut herself out of its stomach and beat it to death with this sword."
She held up the necklace around her neck. At the end of it was a tiny saber, still polished and shiny as though it was brand new. Wendy flicked her fingers and pulled out a little bit of the soup into the air and into her mouth. She looked over to Raena, who had no silverware and paused.
"Huh....something's missing...." She said. She rustled through her bag again and pulled out a blanket big enough for two people.
"There we go! You looked cold anyway." She said as she covered Raena and herself with it. Wendy went back to eating, ignoring Raena had no way to eat herself.
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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.
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Sept 13, 2015 22:06:29 GMT -8
Raena raises an eyebrow sceptically at Wendy. "Well, that is certainly an impressive feat," she says, despite the fact that she doubts very much it happened exactly as retold. Raena accepts the bowl graciously, although she tenses up a bit as Wendy moves as close as she does. Something within the warrior woman prevents her from jumping up and moving away from the physical contact. Perhaps it's the fact that it would negate the warmth she feels now. Perhaps.
She quickly takes a drink of the soup, simply holding it to her lips with both hands, pouring it into her mouth. It's the perfect cover for her light pink-tinged cheeks. She has no idea why she's blushing, and the mere act is embarrassing to her. Slowly, however, she begins to loosen up, eventually even leaning into Wendy's warmth. It was comfortable, and she was sore and tired, and the stew was delicious. Her defences were dropped for the first time since meeting Wendy, and it feels wonderful to really, truly relax, even if it were in the middle of the icy desert night.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2015 22:46:05 GMT -8
After finishing her meal, Wendamari leaned in on Raena as well and looked towards the night sky. She gazed at the infinite sea of stars above her. Slowly, she pointed to stars in the sky.
"Gralin.....Menic.....Tori.....Delrim....Carlis....Erenth....." She started naming one by one, moving her finger from one star to the next.
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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.
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Sept 14, 2015 7:13:17 GMT -8
Raena finishes her own bowl and sets it aside, looking up into the sky with Wendy, following her finger. After a few moments, she looks back down and smiles lightly at the drow. "Your ancestors are very beautiful...something you share in common," she says, gently, her voice losing its usual sharp edge and a soft red tinge appearing upon the woman's cheeks. She feels...strange. Her heart stirs at the contact with Wendy, and she averts her eyes embarrassedly as she brushes a strand of hair out of her face to cover it, although she resists the urge to pull away. Perhaps some sort of affection is healthy for her...it has been a very long time since she's shown any, after all.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2015 7:14:44 GMT -8
She smiled at the compliment but then began to frown.
"They're not my ancestors." She said solemnly, "They're just the creatures I pretend are my ancestors because my real ancestors aren't worth remembering."
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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.
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Sept 14, 2015 7:53:14 GMT -8
"They are your ancestors. Your blood is less important than companionship. If you feel that your family are the fae who raised you, they are your family. You treat your mother like a mother, do you not? This is far more important than where you were spawned," says Raena, comfortingly, smiling gently down at Wendy.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2015 8:10:42 GMT -8
She leaned away from Raena a bit, creating a cold gap between the two.
"And yet the moment the guards in the city we met saw me they just assumed I'm the thief. Doesn't matter who raised me, I'm still evil."
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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.
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Sept 14, 2015 8:23:23 GMT -8
"You are not evil," asserts Raena, a conviction in her voice normally only reserved for when she speaks of her beliefs. "The circumstances of your birth do not make you evil. Your blood does not make you evil. The difference between what is good and what is bad is how one acts, not one's race. The rest of the world does not decide your alignment, Wendy. Only you decide that. And you have already decided; you are a force of good."
Raena doesn't try to lean back into Wendy, despite the cold. She is particularly bad at dealing with closeness to people. She had no idea how to act, allowing Wendy to take the lead, and thus standing stone-still as the drow moves away.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2015 8:35:35 GMT -8
Wendy sighed.
"Yeah, I know....just doesn't feel that way, y'know?" She said with a weak smile.
She pulled water from her sack and poured it onto the bowl, washing away the remaining soup and grime. After the water spat the filth away from the campsite, the remaining water went into Wendy's mouth. Instead of swallowing it, however, it surrounded her teeth and began to bubble for a few seconds. Afterwards the water left her mouth, filled with soup and plaque. It spat that away from the camp as well before going back into the watersack, as clean as when it came out.
"Anyway, it's getting late. We need to get to the city, right? I'll clean up then we should get to bed." She said, her voice back to its normal cheery self.
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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.
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Sept 14, 2015 8:53:14 GMT -8
Raena nods slowly, somewhat confused by Wendy's rapid change of attitude. She removes a mint sprig from her satchel and begins to chew on it as Wendy cleans her teeth. Unfortunately, she doesn't have any fancy magic dust to clean her own, and they are nowhere near a shop where she might acquire a potion with similar effects.
Finally, she answers, or at least begins to. "Indeed, it is...but uhm, Wendy..." she starts, averting her eyes as she trails off, finding the rest hard to get out. Maybe she does have some fear of rejection buried deep within her soul, although she would never expect to have fear of anything.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2015 8:57:46 GMT -8
"Hm? What's up?" She asked. Her attention was turned towards the pot, which she covered and sealed. She placed it carefully into her bag before going back to join Raena.
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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.
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Sept 14, 2015 9:53:35 GMT -8
"May we...sleep together, tonight? It would be logical to share our heat in the cold desert night, and...much more comfortable than simply sleeping on the sand," asks Raena. Luckily, a stray cloud obscures the moon right at that moment, causing Raena's extremely embarrassed expression to be obscured by darkness. When the cloud recedes again, her expression has returned to normal, although her cheeks are still beet red.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2015 10:04:23 GMT -8
Wendy stared at her for a moment before getting a naive grin on her face.
"Well duh, I only have one blanket!" She said, oblivious to Raena's intentions.
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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.
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Sept 14, 2015 10:40:24 GMT -8
"Ah, well, excellent," responds Raena, blinking in surprise. She hadn't expected such a response. She doesn't normally ask people to sleep with her, though, so perhaps that response is more common than she knows. Raena nods slowly, then, saying cautiously, "Come on, then, shall we retire?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2015 10:46:05 GMT -8
"Sure!"
Wendy joined Raena after pulling two pillows out and handing her one. As the two lay down and got close, Wendy sighed. A moment later she spoke.
"You know, it's funny- this is how pixies reproduce." She said randomly.
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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 14, 2015 12:25:35 GMT -8
"Oh, uh..." starts Raena, awkwardly, before trailing off. Then, something turns within her, and suddenly she doesn't care about being awkward or stopping to choose her words carefully and speak eloquently. "That's interesting," she says, her voice inexplicably changed as she wraps her arms about Wendy's stomach suddenly, pulling the Drow in close. The strangest thought occurs to Raena at that moment: she had set up their tents, and they weren't even using one. A shame. That thought is abandoned quickly, though, as she looks up into the beautiful night sky. The desert wind has decided to give them some reprieve, as well. It is still cold, but it has turned into a soft breeze rather than a biting gust. The stars seem to have aligned to make this night the perfect one to cuddle under the stars, and Raena, completely uncharacteristically, is taking that opportunity. For now, she stays silent, simply hugging Wendy to her chest and smiling as her chin lays upon the head of the smaller woman.
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