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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2015 12:39:43 GMT -8
The night passed uneventfully as the two remained close for warmth. In the morning Wendy got up before Raena. When Raena awoke, she would see Wendy sitting on the log with some of her water, bending it into various shapes. The sun shone brightly into the water and refracted onto the ground below.
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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 12:57:06 GMT -8
Raena awakes to a view of the rising desert sun, the sky slowly turning from dusky blue to royal blue, and finally to a soft aquamarine. As per the usual, the sky is clear of clouds, but for a few wispy strands drifting lazily above. She simply lays there for a moment, crossing her hands behind her head and gazing up at the sky, her pale blue eyes reflecting the gleam of the sun. After a while, it becomes to hot to stay under the blanket, and so she rises, stretching languidly and walking over to sit next to Wendy, asking with a soft smile, "What're you up to, Wendy?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2015 13:05:15 GMT -8
"Miss Fletcher, check this out!" Wendy said with excitement. As though controlling an orchestra, Wendamari moved her hands. The ball of water turned into a lens and froze solid, becoming so clean it could be invisible. The ground underneath began to light up and eventually smoke started to come from where the light focused.
"See?! I learned how to start fire with water! The irony's amazing alone, but I didn't even think it was possible." She said with a grin.
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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.
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Sept 14, 2015 13:14:17 GMT -8
"Please, you can call me Raena. I would also accept Rae. Anyway, that's pretty amazing," says Raena with a bigger smile than she's probably displayed in ten years. "Sometimes I wish I could control magic, too. I'm afraid I was born with no such leanings, though."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2015 13:18:17 GMT -8
"Well, to be fair this isn't much magic." She said as the water melted and went back into her watersack. "For some reason I was born with the ability to just attract water to me. My mother realized the water would want to do whatever I wanted or needed it to do , no questions asked. Eventually I learned how to manipulate it into finer details, like my teeth cleaning thing. I never understood why it was so attracted to me, though."
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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.
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Sept 14, 2015 13:35:09 GMT -8
Raena gives a light grin, her cheeks turning slightly red. Because of the sun, of course. Definitely. "I think I might," she jests.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2015 13:40:51 GMT -8
"Really? It's probably because of my fey upbringing. You should see what their dust can do. Crazy." She said in a sing-song voice. She began to pack up her belongings and head to the camel, as it was time to get going.
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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 15, 2015 18:20:05 GMT -8
Raena smirks and gives a very short laugh at the drow's innocence. The first time she's actually laughed in years. She blinks surprisedly at herself, before coughing and standing up. "Right, let's be off then, shall we?" she asks, moving over to her camel. After all these years, is she falling for this Drow, of all people? Or is it simply infatuation due to the lack of contact or comfort she's had for all this time? Well, only time can tell, she supposes. The distraction is getting much more distracting, she muses, and certainly more entertaining.
She and Wendy head out not long after, the two of them riding for less than a day before finally reaching the outpost. There, they had a hot meal prepared by other people, and slept in real beds...although Raena secretly preferred sleeping under the stars with the warmth of Wendy's body pressed against hers. The next day, they leave with a caravan, and after a few weeks, they've already picked up a contract. Off to the Valheecius Desert they go, continuing their adventure -- and perhaps, their romance? -- with one another. Only time may tell what is to come.
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