Jom Welchion
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58 
Age: 19
Physical Description: She was once blonde, but the blood of her enemies has stained her hair so it is more of an orange color. She is about 5'5 with a face that is often mistaken for friendly. Her blue eyes try to watch everything around her.
Clothes and Equipment: Opting for platemail over the more useless armors most female warriors wear for protection. She does not use the upper legs for better agility and dexterity. Most of the time she wears nice ruby colored robes underneath them. In the end she is still a part of one of the wealthiest families in Isra. Her sword 'Volujin' was made by dwarven grand master smiths. Tailored to her balance, tailored to her need for bigger and stronger enemies the runic magics within the sword even carve through dragon scales like butter. After all, only then does it become a fair fight.
Player's online availability : often? idk
Registered: Mar 1, 2016 10:08:00 GMT -8
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Post by Jom Welchion on Mar 2, 2016 3:54:07 GMT -8
Jom stared at the table, clearly she said something wrong, not having a family is bad enough.
"My name is..." the reaction was instantaneous, like she was taught. she shook her head and nodded: "nice to meet a calm person like myself. I hate loud people." She started thinking about how to help this girl.
"I understand, I think. About family, Jesi. My big brother just left home, he and dad had a really big fight. Its already quite a bit more lonely without him." she sighed deeply.
"I think it is better... to lose family, it gives you purpose, you can track down those that did you wrong or let others do it for you. These constant arguments, family threatening family... It is too weird for me, too hard to pick a side. There is good on both sides, and I am just Jom." She took another bite of the candy.
"It is better to have a clear enemy who means very little to you than having to make a hard decision." Her head was in battle most of the time, she hadn't realized until now that Jesi's parents, siblings and whatnot might not at all have been taken from this life by the blade. She suddenly started thinking maybe a disease could have taken them, maybe they just left her somewhere. Although she did not believe the last one.
"May I ask who or what took your family away?"
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Jesilyn
Committed
hm,,
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: Over a few hundred years, looks to be 18.
Physical Description: Jesilyn stands at 5'6, she has extremely pale skin with no blemishes, almost doll-like. Her hair ends at shoulder length and is a dark auburn color -- if it can ever be seen without the hood of her coat over her head. Her eyes now the color of blood red, which were once bright baby blue. She has an hourglass shape to her body. She couldn't be overweight, due to her diet primarily being blood from squirrels and other small animals. Her eyepatch covers her right eye, from an accident that happened at a very young age.
Clothes and Equipment: Jesilyn's everyday clothes consist of a black spaghetti strap dress that ends right before her knees -- which was extremely short compared to what other women of her age would wear. She wears a long red hooded coat that's several sizes too big for her. Her blood-red socks go to her thighs, and they match with her coat. Along with jet black pumped boots to go along with her dress. In the inside of her coat on each side are pockets, in those pockets she hides her own small blades to protect herself in-case the situation ever arises.
Registered: Oct 15, 2015 20:07:08 GMT -8
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Post by Jesilyn on Mar 2, 2016 6:22:36 GMT -8
Jesilyn stares back into the dark paper bag, recalling the last day she saw her family. She takes a long time to answer, almost hesitant to speak.
"My..family. They were, killed."
A small tear runs down her face, she quickly wipes it away. Jesilyn coughs, clearing her throat. She looks up at Jom straight into this woman's bright blue eyes.
"I once had eyes like yours..They were killed by one of the beasts that I am now."
She clenches her fist, softly slamming it against the wooden table, holding back to not destroy the table. She closes her eyes, feeling her face and muscles tense up.
"..."
She inhales and exhales deeply, finding it calms her down.
"I apologize..for getting worked up."
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Jom Welchion
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 19
Physical Description: She was once blonde, but the blood of her enemies has stained her hair so it is more of an orange color. She is about 5'5 with a face that is often mistaken for friendly. Her blue eyes try to watch everything around her.
Clothes and Equipment: Opting for platemail over the more useless armors most female warriors wear for protection. She does not use the upper legs for better agility and dexterity. Most of the time she wears nice ruby colored robes underneath them. In the end she is still a part of one of the wealthiest families in Isra. Her sword 'Volujin' was made by dwarven grand master smiths. Tailored to her balance, tailored to her need for bigger and stronger enemies the runic magics within the sword even carve through dragon scales like butter. After all, only then does it become a fair fight.
Player's online availability : often? idk
Registered: Mar 1, 2016 10:08:00 GMT -8
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Post by Jom Welchion on Mar 2, 2016 7:18:59 GMT -8
Jom felt relieved, she hadn't just been making assumptions about a person, she had been right!
Eyes like hers, I guess they would be blue now, wouldn't they? She used to have blue eyes, that would have been pretty. Jom still liked the way Jesilyn's eyes looked now.
"So I guess you became what you hate, huh? That is perfect for you!" She looked around to see if nobody was listening or paying attention to them after that loud bang on the table. Some people were watching but they quickly went about their business after seeing Jom look at them for a few seconds.
"There is no need to apologize, did you get what you wanted from the 'beasts' that killed your family?" Even if she wasn't before... Changing never meant growing weaker in this realm. So Jesi was probably some kind of warrior right now, no matter what she used to be.
"Did you get your revenge?" Jom smiled very broadly, almost like she's having fun thinking about it.
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Jesilyn
Committed
hm,,
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: Over a few hundred years, looks to be 18.
Physical Description: Jesilyn stands at 5'6, she has extremely pale skin with no blemishes, almost doll-like. Her hair ends at shoulder length and is a dark auburn color -- if it can ever be seen without the hood of her coat over her head. Her eyes now the color of blood red, which were once bright baby blue. She has an hourglass shape to her body. She couldn't be overweight, due to her diet primarily being blood from squirrels and other small animals. Her eyepatch covers her right eye, from an accident that happened at a very young age.
Clothes and Equipment: Jesilyn's everyday clothes consist of a black spaghetti strap dress that ends right before her knees -- which was extremely short compared to what other women of her age would wear. She wears a long red hooded coat that's several sizes too big for her. Her blood-red socks go to her thighs, and they match with her coat. Along with jet black pumped boots to go along with her dress. In the inside of her coat on each side are pockets, in those pockets she hides her own small blades to protect herself in-case the situation ever arises.
Registered: Oct 15, 2015 20:07:08 GMT -8
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Post by Jesilyn on Mar 2, 2016 7:29:10 GMT -8
"No..I'm not a fighter, I didn't get my revenge one bit.. They changed me they day I turned 18, I was scared, and fled. Hell, I probably couldn't even remember how to get back to that damned city if it was on my life."
Jesilyn smiles at Jom, smiling to not make this time feel so gloomy.
"I'll never get my revenge, I know how to kill, I just. Can't." she says.
"They got what they wanted, another man killing beasts out in this world.. Plus, revenge really isn't even an option for me."
She closed off the paper bag, saving a few of her candies for a later time.
"You talk like you've been fueled by revenge, why is that so..?"
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Jom Welchion
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 19
Physical Description: She was once blonde, but the blood of her enemies has stained her hair so it is more of an orange color. She is about 5'5 with a face that is often mistaken for friendly. Her blue eyes try to watch everything around her.
Clothes and Equipment: Opting for platemail over the more useless armors most female warriors wear for protection. She does not use the upper legs for better agility and dexterity. Most of the time she wears nice ruby colored robes underneath them. In the end she is still a part of one of the wealthiest families in Isra. Her sword 'Volujin' was made by dwarven grand master smiths. Tailored to her balance, tailored to her need for bigger and stronger enemies the runic magics within the sword even carve through dragon scales like butter. After all, only then does it become a fair fight.
Player's online availability : often? idk
Registered: Mar 1, 2016 10:08:00 GMT -8
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Post by Jom Welchion on Mar 2, 2016 8:11:59 GMT -8
Jom ignores the question at first. "How durable are those who did this to you?" her voice just sounded like it did before, a little heavy for a girl, but unmistakenly girly. "How well do they deal with magics?" "How much..." Jom's hair became ever so slightly more blonde. Her voice getting a lower pitch, more the voice of a woman than a girl and started to whisper. "do they bleed?" These changes took about a minute. She doesn't sprout her wings, but she looks and acts more like a woman of the world instead of the awkward girl you had seen before  "My child, this girl has known no revenge, not how she sees it. In fact, she doesn't know the word 'fueled'. Ha such a simple soul she is. But brave, strong and of the right mind. Revenge is a concept to her that is justice. She fights for it, that is all." She stayed silent for a few moments, looking towards the side. "She wants to ask you, do you need it? Or are you content like this? Nibbling your candy alone in the corner of a filthy tavern, clearly too low for a girl which looks like you. You could easily become the prized wife of any noble here, even with your nature." The now grey eyes looking deeply into Jesi's. "It is not my concern how you wish to live your life, whether you like groveling in your sadness or standing up for yourself. The point is that YOU can do better and be happy. Yet again, that... is all..." The grey in Jom's eyes, slowly started to change again. |
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Jesilyn
Committed
hm,,
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: Over a few hundred years, looks to be 18.
Physical Description: Jesilyn stands at 5'6, she has extremely pale skin with no blemishes, almost doll-like. Her hair ends at shoulder length and is a dark auburn color -- if it can ever be seen without the hood of her coat over her head. Her eyes now the color of blood red, which were once bright baby blue. She has an hourglass shape to her body. She couldn't be overweight, due to her diet primarily being blood from squirrels and other small animals. Her eyepatch covers her right eye, from an accident that happened at a very young age.
Clothes and Equipment: Jesilyn's everyday clothes consist of a black spaghetti strap dress that ends right before her knees -- which was extremely short compared to what other women of her age would wear. She wears a long red hooded coat that's several sizes too big for her. Her blood-red socks go to her thighs, and they match with her coat. Along with jet black pumped boots to go along with her dress. In the inside of her coat on each side are pockets, in those pockets she hides her own small blades to protect herself in-case the situation ever arises.
Registered: Oct 15, 2015 20:07:08 GMT -8
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Post by Jesilyn on Mar 2, 2016 9:48:38 GMT -8
Jesliyn sits in awe, staring at this women. She blinks a few times after Jom's eyes change back for the last time.
"Uhm, uh.." she is speechless, uncertain of what to say next.
She slips one last candy into her mouth, smirking at Jom.
"I think you've inspired me Jom.." she chuckles, her voice slightly muffled by the candy in her mouth
"I was to slaughter them all. Although, I cannot fight well, but yet an infuriating is a great skill of mine, I suppose I could be a spy for someone in this world.."
Her expression changes, from the shy girl sitting alone, chowing down on candy, she was willing and ready.
"I don't NEED revenge Jom, I want it. But not for my parents, for myself." she says, nodded her head.
Jesilyn shakes her head, her expression back to what it was. "Oh, I'm sorry."
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Jom Welchion
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 19
Physical Description: She was once blonde, but the blood of her enemies has stained her hair so it is more of an orange color. She is about 5'5 with a face that is often mistaken for friendly. Her blue eyes try to watch everything around her.
Clothes and Equipment: Opting for platemail over the more useless armors most female warriors wear for protection. She does not use the upper legs for better agility and dexterity. Most of the time she wears nice ruby colored robes underneath them. In the end she is still a part of one of the wealthiest families in Isra. Her sword 'Volujin' was made by dwarven grand master smiths. Tailored to her balance, tailored to her need for bigger and stronger enemies the runic magics within the sword even carve through dragon scales like butter. After all, only then does it become a fair fight.
Player's online availability : often? idk
Registered: Mar 1, 2016 10:08:00 GMT -8
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Post by Jom Welchion on Mar 2, 2016 13:56:53 GMT -8
Right before the hair and eyes change, Jesi would see a warm, genuine smile, of a woman, a mother. Then her face would turn slightly more off. Staring to the right, Jom suddenly speaks in her girly voice again:
"Wanting to do something is good, Jom can only be happy for that." She nods, quite unsure of what Jesi might just have decided to do. Emotions and desires were hard to read...
"If you should need help, you only have to ask. As long as the cause is just and my family doesn't need me, I can help. Not spying though, I make too much sound." she laughed while knocking on her armor, the sound echoing throughout the tavern and many of the clientele watching now like Jom had become crazy.
"You should do what you want in a lifetime, it is a wondrous life if you can do many things. Even better if you can do things for yourself!" She smirked.
"Take whatever power they gave you and one day, shove it in their faces! That would be good! It would be funny, hehe." Jom's face was just filled with the happiness of a child.
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Jesilyn
Committed
hm,,
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: Over a few hundred years, looks to be 18.
Physical Description: Jesilyn stands at 5'6, she has extremely pale skin with no blemishes, almost doll-like. Her hair ends at shoulder length and is a dark auburn color -- if it can ever be seen without the hood of her coat over her head. Her eyes now the color of blood red, which were once bright baby blue. She has an hourglass shape to her body. She couldn't be overweight, due to her diet primarily being blood from squirrels and other small animals. Her eyepatch covers her right eye, from an accident that happened at a very young age.
Clothes and Equipment: Jesilyn's everyday clothes consist of a black spaghetti strap dress that ends right before her knees -- which was extremely short compared to what other women of her age would wear. She wears a long red hooded coat that's several sizes too big for her. Her blood-red socks go to her thighs, and they match with her coat. Along with jet black pumped boots to go along with her dress. In the inside of her coat on each side are pockets, in those pockets she hides her own small blades to protect herself in-case the situation ever arises.
Registered: Oct 15, 2015 20:07:08 GMT -8
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Post by Jesilyn on Mar 2, 2016 17:55:45 GMT -8
"I want to be an assassin. I'm too fast for normal people, and I can easily overpower them."
Jesliyn nods her head in satisfaction, realizing what she finally wanted to do with her life. She imagined herself infiltrating a killers home, just to kill them.
"I could make some good money off it too.."
She smiles cheerfully at Jom, slamming her palms down on the wooden table. She propped herself up by doing this, for she was short, and wanted to look confident in front of Jom.
"Can you help me with this? Or help me find someone!" she shakes her head, "Not innocent people though, people who really deserve it."
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Jom Welchion
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 19
Physical Description: She was once blonde, but the blood of her enemies has stained her hair so it is more of an orange color. She is about 5'5 with a face that is often mistaken for friendly. Her blue eyes try to watch everything around her.
Clothes and Equipment: Opting for platemail over the more useless armors most female warriors wear for protection. She does not use the upper legs for better agility and dexterity. Most of the time she wears nice ruby colored robes underneath them. In the end she is still a part of one of the wealthiest families in Isra. Her sword 'Volujin' was made by dwarven grand master smiths. Tailored to her balance, tailored to her need for bigger and stronger enemies the runic magics within the sword even carve through dragon scales like butter. After all, only then does it become a fair fight.
Player's online availability : often? idk
Registered: Mar 1, 2016 10:08:00 GMT -8
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Post by Jom Welchion on Mar 2, 2016 23:39:19 GMT -8
Jom nodded, then crossed her arms and started thinking.
"I can't send you to my dad, he would ask you to kill my brother...
I can't send you to my brother, he would ask you to kill my dad...
I can't send you to my older brother, he would ask you to kill his friends...
Wait, the presence!" Jom seemed to focus very hard and started muttering under her breath.
"He is working for someone, someone powerful, maybe?" Jom looked up, looked into the eyes of Jesilyn and eventually replied with two words:
"The cat."
Jom shook her head again, and quickly tried to explain her thought process.
"My brother left, I told you that, right? He needed a place to work, he wrote to a lady, high ranking here in the city. I had felt my brother's magic in the city earlier today and with it, I smelled a cat. But not a cat, like a person. The only person powerful enough to take my brother to a new home outside of my father's power would be the lady he is working for now. The cat!"
In a flash, the eyes of Jom became grey again. The warm voice from before was heard, no other features changed, though. A smile folded on Jom's tentative face.
"She means the Midnight Sun, dear. Look for their leader. That is all..."
Her eyes became much more blue in seconds. Jom started breathing heavily as that kind smile faded. She mumbled to herself, if you would be able to read lips you would have read something along the lines of: "I told you don't do that out of nowhere." The heavy breathing subsided after twenty seconds, but it looked quite uncomfortable.
She turned back to Jesi, eyes filled with realization and regret. She put her hands around her mouth.
"I mean, that is... If you wish to work in Isra and stay here for a good part of the year..."
"I know not much beyond Isra, so I cannot help you there." Jom looked at Jesi hesitantly, like she wanted to ask if she was being useful to her.
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Jesilyn
Committed
hm,,
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: Over a few hundred years, looks to be 18.
Physical Description: Jesilyn stands at 5'6, she has extremely pale skin with no blemishes, almost doll-like. Her hair ends at shoulder length and is a dark auburn color -- if it can ever be seen without the hood of her coat over her head. Her eyes now the color of blood red, which were once bright baby blue. She has an hourglass shape to her body. She couldn't be overweight, due to her diet primarily being blood from squirrels and other small animals. Her eyepatch covers her right eye, from an accident that happened at a very young age.
Clothes and Equipment: Jesilyn's everyday clothes consist of a black spaghetti strap dress that ends right before her knees -- which was extremely short compared to what other women of her age would wear. She wears a long red hooded coat that's several sizes too big for her. Her blood-red socks go to her thighs, and they match with her coat. Along with jet black pumped boots to go along with her dress. In the inside of her coat on each side are pockets, in those pockets she hides her own small blades to protect herself in-case the situation ever arises.
Registered: Oct 15, 2015 20:07:08 GMT -8
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Post by Jesilyn on Mar 3, 2016 6:13:10 GMT -8
"Hm.."
Jesilyn sits and wonders about the strange cat women. She hoped she could trust Jom, so she was going to follow her advice.
"I do adore this city, the people, the places, I do not mind staying for a year. Isra is a very nice place, if they need work, I'll work."
She sticks her hand out to Jom, thankful how much she has help.
"I want to thank you. I am sincerely thankful that I met you here today." she nods her head as she says this.
She waves her hand into the air, signaling a waiter.
"Would you like a drink while we discuss this more?" she smiles excitedly, giddy about having a few drinks.
She hadn't had drinks for a while, the last time she did, she was with a strange man with the head of a bird, Calico. He was an extreme lightweight, which made conversation difficult, maybe Jom was different.
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Jom Welchion
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 19
Physical Description: She was once blonde, but the blood of her enemies has stained her hair so it is more of an orange color. She is about 5'5 with a face that is often mistaken for friendly. Her blue eyes try to watch everything around her.
Clothes and Equipment: Opting for platemail over the more useless armors most female warriors wear for protection. She does not use the upper legs for better agility and dexterity. Most of the time she wears nice ruby colored robes underneath them. In the end she is still a part of one of the wealthiest families in Isra. Her sword 'Volujin' was made by dwarven grand master smiths. Tailored to her balance, tailored to her need for bigger and stronger enemies the runic magics within the sword even carve through dragon scales like butter. After all, only then does it become a fair fight.
Player's online availability : often? idk
Registered: Mar 1, 2016 10:08:00 GMT -8
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Post by Jom Welchion on Mar 3, 2016 7:03:30 GMT -8
She was sitting on her hands, slowly tilting from side to side. When she had the impression she had been useful a stupidly bright smile went across her face.
Jom knew what to do when someone offered their hand this way so she stopped rocking back and forth, put her hands on the table and removed her chainmail glove. She shook the surprisingly cold hand of this girl who had a nice smile.
"I'm glad I was useful. I like being useful." Jom removed her second glove. If there was drinking involved, the proper courtesies had to be upheld, just like her brother once told her. She nodded. "Sure, I'll have a few drinks"
Still, she hoped this would be a good idea. After all, it was her 'terrifying' brother that worked for this lady and Jom didn't really know her at all. Nor what he did for her. It could have been harmless, it could have been very bad. For now, though, it seemed like Jom made a new friend. Not a friend of her father that was nice to her. Not the man whose house she used to bathe in. Not her brothers' friends. Another friend of her own, and she liked it.
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Jesilyn
Committed
hm,,
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: Over a few hundred years, looks to be 18.
Physical Description: Jesilyn stands at 5'6, she has extremely pale skin with no blemishes, almost doll-like. Her hair ends at shoulder length and is a dark auburn color -- if it can ever be seen without the hood of her coat over her head. Her eyes now the color of blood red, which were once bright baby blue. She has an hourglass shape to her body. She couldn't be overweight, due to her diet primarily being blood from squirrels and other small animals. Her eyepatch covers her right eye, from an accident that happened at a very young age.
Clothes and Equipment: Jesilyn's everyday clothes consist of a black spaghetti strap dress that ends right before her knees -- which was extremely short compared to what other women of her age would wear. She wears a long red hooded coat that's several sizes too big for her. Her blood-red socks go to her thighs, and they match with her coat. Along with jet black pumped boots to go along with her dress. In the inside of her coat on each side are pockets, in those pockets she hides her own small blades to protect herself in-case the situation ever arises.
Registered: Oct 15, 2015 20:07:08 GMT -8
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Post by Jesilyn on Mar 3, 2016 7:16:54 GMT -8
Jesilyn orders the strongest drinks on the menu, the waiter was fast to bring it to the two. She whistles in excitement form just looking at the drinks.
"I bet these taste amazing..~"
She held her heavy glass up into the air towards Jom with ease, "Shall we toast? To making a friend, and a comrade!"
She felt a bit of warmth in her chest, something she hadn't felt in the longest time. 'Probably form being to happy.' she thought. She hoped it wasn't another craving, for if it was, she would need to down glorious amount of alcohol.
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Jom Welchion
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 19
Physical Description: She was once blonde, but the blood of her enemies has stained her hair so it is more of an orange color. She is about 5'5 with a face that is often mistaken for friendly. Her blue eyes try to watch everything around her.
Clothes and Equipment: Opting for platemail over the more useless armors most female warriors wear for protection. She does not use the upper legs for better agility and dexterity. Most of the time she wears nice ruby colored robes underneath them. In the end she is still a part of one of the wealthiest families in Isra. Her sword 'Volujin' was made by dwarven grand master smiths. Tailored to her balance, tailored to her need for bigger and stronger enemies the runic magics within the sword even carve through dragon scales like butter. After all, only then does it become a fair fight.
Player's online availability : often? idk
Registered: Mar 1, 2016 10:08:00 GMT -8
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Post by Jom Welchion on Mar 4, 2016 4:51:51 GMT -8
Jom smiled and nodded, "They do, a bit stingy in the throat..." She did as Jesilyn did, like being toasted to, it was a sign of respect. The glass was nothing for a woman of her caliber, she was however surprised that a scrawny girl like Jesi was able to hold out the glass so easily. She had seen strong men having issues with it.
"To friends, comrades and a good future!" Jom immediately took out nearly half of the drink after the toast.
"You know," she started,"You should only do what makes you happy. If revenge makes you happy, go get revenge. If friends make you happy, go make friends. If drinking makes you happy..." she pointed at Jesilyn's drink. "Drink up, Jesi." And a broad smile appeared on Jom's face again.
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Jesilyn
Committed
hm,,
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: Over a few hundred years, looks to be 18.
Physical Description: Jesilyn stands at 5'6, she has extremely pale skin with no blemishes, almost doll-like. Her hair ends at shoulder length and is a dark auburn color -- if it can ever be seen without the hood of her coat over her head. Her eyes now the color of blood red, which were once bright baby blue. She has an hourglass shape to her body. She couldn't be overweight, due to her diet primarily being blood from squirrels and other small animals. Her eyepatch covers her right eye, from an accident that happened at a very young age.
Clothes and Equipment: Jesilyn's everyday clothes consist of a black spaghetti strap dress that ends right before her knees -- which was extremely short compared to what other women of her age would wear. She wears a long red hooded coat that's several sizes too big for her. Her blood-red socks go to her thighs, and they match with her coat. Along with jet black pumped boots to go along with her dress. In the inside of her coat on each side are pockets, in those pockets she hides her own small blades to protect herself in-case the situation ever arises.
Registered: Oct 15, 2015 20:07:08 GMT -8
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Post by Jesilyn on Mar 4, 2016 9:56:55 GMT -8
Jesilyn gulps down some of her drink, exhaling deeply.
She nods her head, "These do taste good, and you're right about the stingy in the throat.." she says, taking another gulp.
She sits and thinks there for a moment, sipping from her drink a few times.
"I think friends make me happy, although my only friends would be you and Ol' Renalt. I suppose I want to get revenge for myself. No way I'm going after a city of Vampires, but I think taking down bad people here in the city would be enough for me."
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Jom Welchion
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 19
Physical Description: She was once blonde, but the blood of her enemies has stained her hair so it is more of an orange color. She is about 5'5 with a face that is often mistaken for friendly. Her blue eyes try to watch everything around her.
Clothes and Equipment: Opting for platemail over the more useless armors most female warriors wear for protection. She does not use the upper legs for better agility and dexterity. Most of the time she wears nice ruby colored robes underneath them. In the end she is still a part of one of the wealthiest families in Isra. Her sword 'Volujin' was made by dwarven grand master smiths. Tailored to her balance, tailored to her need for bigger and stronger enemies the runic magics within the sword even carve through dragon scales like butter. After all, only then does it become a fair fight.
Player's online availability : often? idk
Registered: Mar 1, 2016 10:08:00 GMT -8
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Post by Jom Welchion on Mar 5, 2016 7:25:18 GMT -8
"Friends can be made, friends can be lost. It's all very hard. I never lose friends, unless they die..." The world is sad, but it doesn't mean Jom would ever stop trying to make friends. Maybe with more people fighting for what is good, things could be better.
"You should meet my brothers one time, they would like you. Mostly because you are my friend and a girl. They don't like it when my friends are boys." She started to twist the glass while sometimes pausing to take a sip.
Jom hadn't really been together with both brothers in quite a while and even though they didn't like each other right now, they would always be glad for her happiness. Maybe having a new friend could bring her family back together as well.
"I hope you know a place to stay, I would want to invite you to my place, but I'm not sure what my father would say. Or my older brother in fact, you are a girl and he acts... weird when there is another girl."
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Jesilyn
Committed
hm,,
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: Over a few hundred years, looks to be 18.
Physical Description: Jesilyn stands at 5'6, she has extremely pale skin with no blemishes, almost doll-like. Her hair ends at shoulder length and is a dark auburn color -- if it can ever be seen without the hood of her coat over her head. Her eyes now the color of blood red, which were once bright baby blue. She has an hourglass shape to her body. She couldn't be overweight, due to her diet primarily being blood from squirrels and other small animals. Her eyepatch covers her right eye, from an accident that happened at a very young age.
Clothes and Equipment: Jesilyn's everyday clothes consist of a black spaghetti strap dress that ends right before her knees -- which was extremely short compared to what other women of her age would wear. She wears a long red hooded coat that's several sizes too big for her. Her blood-red socks go to her thighs, and they match with her coat. Along with jet black pumped boots to go along with her dress. In the inside of her coat on each side are pockets, in those pockets she hides her own small blades to protect herself in-case the situation ever arises.
Registered: Oct 15, 2015 20:07:08 GMT -8
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Post by Jesilyn on Mar 5, 2016 13:36:08 GMT -8
Jesilyn finishes her drink quite quickly and waves the waiter for another two. She sits there thinking about staying at Jom's place.
"It's alright, I should be fine. I don't really sleep anyways, i'll probably just wonder around until people start waking up and such. Plus, being out at night is nice, day time has the chance of my skin bursting into flames.."
She sips from her new glass, happy to have such a tasty drink.
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Jom Welchion
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 19
Physical Description: She was once blonde, but the blood of her enemies has stained her hair so it is more of an orange color. She is about 5'5 with a face that is often mistaken for friendly. Her blue eyes try to watch everything around her.
Clothes and Equipment: Opting for platemail over the more useless armors most female warriors wear for protection. She does not use the upper legs for better agility and dexterity. Most of the time she wears nice ruby colored robes underneath them. In the end she is still a part of one of the wealthiest families in Isra. Her sword 'Volujin' was made by dwarven grand master smiths. Tailored to her balance, tailored to her need for bigger and stronger enemies the runic magics within the sword even carve through dragon scales like butter. After all, only then does it become a fair fight.
Player's online availability : often? idk
Registered: Mar 1, 2016 10:08:00 GMT -8
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Post by Jom Welchion on Mar 5, 2016 17:08:25 GMT -8
As a second glass gets put in front of Jom, Jesi would see Jom looking up to her and smirking.
"You know your drinking." in a few seconds, Jom downs the rest of the drink provided and takes the second glass.
"I can't let anyone get ahead in things I'm good at, I'm sorry" another smirk, maybe even a grin unfolded itself on Jom's face as she readjusted the way she was sitting.
"I don't really understand why your skin would burst into flames, I mean, the sun is sometimes hot. Especially when you are inside armor, but I've never seen any of my friends burst into flames. One of them did fall to the floor one day. Our armors were so hot we couldn't even properly take them off." She started looking at her hand.
"Hmm, I guess it IS possible for skin to burn because of the sun." she chuckled and smiled,"Funny."
Jom took a large amount of drink in her mouth, put the glass back on the table and swallowed. She exhaled deeply afterwards.
"The boys say that it's less stingy when you drink it like that. Maybe I'm just weird, but the stinging seems worse to me."
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Jesilyn
Committed
hm,,
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: Over a few hundred years, looks to be 18.
Physical Description: Jesilyn stands at 5'6, she has extremely pale skin with no blemishes, almost doll-like. Her hair ends at shoulder length and is a dark auburn color -- if it can ever be seen without the hood of her coat over her head. Her eyes now the color of blood red, which were once bright baby blue. She has an hourglass shape to her body. She couldn't be overweight, due to her diet primarily being blood from squirrels and other small animals. Her eyepatch covers her right eye, from an accident that happened at a very young age.
Clothes and Equipment: Jesilyn's everyday clothes consist of a black spaghetti strap dress that ends right before her knees -- which was extremely short compared to what other women of her age would wear. She wears a long red hooded coat that's several sizes too big for her. Her blood-red socks go to her thighs, and they match with her coat. Along with jet black pumped boots to go along with her dress. In the inside of her coat on each side are pockets, in those pockets she hides her own small blades to protect herself in-case the situation ever arises.
Registered: Oct 15, 2015 20:07:08 GMT -8
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Post by Jesilyn on Mar 5, 2016 18:53:47 GMT -8
Jesilyn gulps down the drink just like Jom, she hopes Jom has a high tolerance unlike her bird friend.
"Well, I would burn due to being a Vampire, which is why I wear clothing that covers everything for when I have to go out into the sun.."
She hisses, thinking about the hot sun beating down on her in the desert.
"Anyways, I don't think I mind the stinging in my throat all that much, it kinda makes me feel..human.."
She shakes her head and coughs to clear her throat.
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Jom Welchion
Committed
Roleplay posts: 58
Age: 19
Physical Description: She was once blonde, but the blood of her enemies has stained her hair so it is more of an orange color. She is about 5'5 with a face that is often mistaken for friendly. Her blue eyes try to watch everything around her.
Clothes and Equipment: Opting for platemail over the more useless armors most female warriors wear for protection. She does not use the upper legs for better agility and dexterity. Most of the time she wears nice ruby colored robes underneath them. In the end she is still a part of one of the wealthiest families in Isra. Her sword 'Volujin' was made by dwarven grand master smiths. Tailored to her balance, tailored to her need for bigger and stronger enemies the runic magics within the sword even carve through dragon scales like butter. After all, only then does it become a fair fight.
Player's online availability : often? idk
Registered: Mar 1, 2016 10:08:00 GMT -8
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Post by Jom Welchion on Mar 6, 2016 18:25:02 GMT -8
Jom laughed as Jesilyn did the same thing as she did, not in an offensive way, just a genuinly happy way. She must've thought something was funny.
"A Vampire?" Jom put her right hand to her lips, she was thinking. Ten seconds passed and Jom didn't really move from this position, she seemed a statue.
"I would suggest you never take my sword then." A smile folding on her face.
"Not that I don't trust you, well I'll be honest, I don't completely, but this is not an issue. My sword would be very painful for you to handle." She liked her sword, it did so many things!
"Not going in the sun is hard though, I hope you will be fine." She straightened herself and looked at Jesi with fierce eyes."I don't know what you think of yourself, saying something makes you feel human. You can have fun, right? You can enjoy things? You like some people, you like candy." She lifts up her glass. "You like drinks!" her eyebrows making a quick movement up and down as she says this. "You are alive, and that is all a person must ever be."
Jom kept sipping until only the bottow was covered with liquid and then she started twirling the glass around on one of the edges.
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Jesilyn
Committed
hm,,
Roleplay posts: 69
Age: Over a few hundred years, looks to be 18.
Physical Description: Jesilyn stands at 5'6, she has extremely pale skin with no blemishes, almost doll-like. Her hair ends at shoulder length and is a dark auburn color -- if it can ever be seen without the hood of her coat over her head. Her eyes now the color of blood red, which were once bright baby blue. She has an hourglass shape to her body. She couldn't be overweight, due to her diet primarily being blood from squirrels and other small animals. Her eyepatch covers her right eye, from an accident that happened at a very young age.
Clothes and Equipment: Jesilyn's everyday clothes consist of a black spaghetti strap dress that ends right before her knees -- which was extremely short compared to what other women of her age would wear. She wears a long red hooded coat that's several sizes too big for her. Her blood-red socks go to her thighs, and they match with her coat. Along with jet black pumped boots to go along with her dress. In the inside of her coat on each side are pockets, in those pockets she hides her own small blades to protect herself in-case the situation ever arises.
Registered: Oct 15, 2015 20:07:08 GMT -8
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Post by Jesilyn on Mar 7, 2016 9:34:17 GMT -8
Jesilyn looks up at her, wide-eyed.
"I would never take another person's weapon." She bows her head at Jom as she says this.
"I'm normally fine in the sun, as long as my skin is covered.."
She sits there, pondering her answer to Jom.
"I can feel human by my actions and feelings and such, but the truth is, I can never really be a human..not anymore, anyways.." she says, her voice soft and a bit shaky.
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