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 9, 2016 3:28:00 GMT -8
"Who cares about reality?" Jom slammed the glass into the table.
"You are how you feel, as long as you take note of the rest."
"You feel human? Then you are a very strong human who dislikes the sun more than anything, there is nothing more to it!" Jom made a strange face.
"I'm not saying forget your weaknesses, but you clearly are sad about not being 'human' as if being what you are is so much different" Jom held a finger to her mouth and looked up as if she was trying to find a way to explain this more clearly.
"I see a girl in front of me, about my age, maybe younger. She has hopes and dreams. She doesn't really sleep well at night, but so many people in Isra have that problem. They are worried or scared, just like you are. They may not be as strong as you, but there are few as strong as me too. Does that make me different? Does it make me a monster?" Jom held her head down, she never was able to refer to herself as a monster since long ago and a tear rolled down her cheek.
"No! I am not a monster! I am Jomflipo!" Without knowing it, she had started shouting, most patrons started looking in her direction. She noticed and with strange reverb in her voice, she looked over and said: "What are you looking at?!" Most patrons quickly turned around and Jom would take a few breaths, take her glass and chug it down.
She deliberately tried to set the glass down slowly, as to not let her emotions get triggered more.
"You have terrible memories, that much I understand. Again, I do not believe you are the only human with terrible memories. Maybe none have the same ones you have but that doesn't mean they weren't bad or even gruesome." she would slide her body to the side, eventually resting her head on her hand which was supported by her elbow.
"The only things I have noticed are that you feel cold to the touch, and apparently you can't take sun. People who don't go outside mostly feel cold to the touch, so that also sort of fixes that."
Jom signaled one of the waiters for more drinks, the waiter being there promptly, possibly due to her emotional outburst a few dozens of seconds ago.
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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 9, 2016 6:56:05 GMT -8
Jesilyn nods her head quickly, with a little, "Mhm!"
She sits there, quietly listening Jom continue on. She did not mind, in fact she loved listening to people more than what she did talking to people. She nods her head every so while, to give Jom a sign that she was truly paying attention to every word she spoke.
"Jom. You are right.." she says, trailing off.
"You're very smart, and strong. Your words really do inspire me." she nods her head to Jom with a bright smile on her face.
A tiny tint of blue became slightly visible in her eye, the one not covered by the eye-patch.
"I will forever take your words to my heart."
She looks as the waiter brings them more drinks. She gives an excited squeal, ready to drink more. "You know, I could probably drink more than you" She gives a little wink and smirk, challenging Jom.
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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 10, 2016 9:07:14 GMT -8
Jom had never heard the words 'you' and 'smart' in the same sentence before. She mostly just talked from the heart what made her look stupid. She knew she was stupid, she just couldn't hear it from other people. However, this girl said she thought Jom was smart which ends up at the other side of the spectrum.
Jom didn't quite know how to react to this so she thought about it. What would her family members do? basically nothing.
She couldn't surpress a very proud smile though. She was also happy she made someone else happy, but the 'smart' thing really got to her.
A challenge? In drinking? Well, she could hang on longer than her eldest brother so...
Jom smirked. "You're on!" she held out the glass. "To ending up in the right bed tonight!"
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Crow & The Fisher King
Dedicated
The end is the beginning.
Roleplay posts: 216 
Age: Old, and Older.
Physical Description: Crow stands at 5'11, with a slim build. His skin his deathly pale, and his hair is a silver white, mostly from lack of sun. His eyes are a glinting silver, and gleam with a thoughtful intelligence. He has delicate cheek bones, a narrow jaw, and thin lips. Overall his face is too delicate too be considered handsome, but he is rather pretty.
Image: http://i.imgur.com/iT9ESTb.png
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Clothes and Equipment: Crow's equipment is his partner The Fisher King. When in use The King takes the form of a long cloak, covered in black feathers, a large dark steel mask, with a pronounced beak, and a cane made of gnarled ebony. When not in use The Fisher King appears as a raven headed cane.
Image in use form: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSzzldPLkXw/Uu-aUxsysoI/AAAAAAAAHb4/b0yUCg9OTTY/s1600/king_of_crows_speedpainting.jpg
Image in cane form: https://img1.etsystatic.com/027/1/6287105/il_fullxfull.587351685_o0m3.jpg
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 20:21:14 GMT -8
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Post by Crow & The Fisher King on Mar 11, 2016 22:19:44 GMT -8
Crow whistle a jaunty little tune. His swim had prove very successful. He had all the ingredients he needed, as well as a few extra baubles. Unfortunately he was several hours late for the rendezvous at the bench. Ah well, that is why you make multiple plans. He throws open the doors of The Violet Witch, and strolls inside. His looks around the main room curiously, what had Lili told him? Rent a room? Approaching the bar, he asks for a room, and a meal. Then settles down to eat, planning to enjoy one then the other. |
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Liliput Guttersnipe
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: 18
Physical Description: Lili is a rather short girl with a surprisingly curvaceous figure for a street urchin. She has short brownish hair and a keen look in her eye.
Clothes and Equipment: Lili usually wears dark leather clothing befitting of a thief when she's doing B&E jobs. Otherwise, she wears normal street clothes. She carries with her a full set of lockpicks and a blackened knife. In addition to the picks and knife, she has a coil of rope and a grappling hook. Usual thief things.
Registered: Mar 6, 2016 20:23:49 GMT -8
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Post by Liliput Guttersnipe on Mar 12, 2016 22:33:57 GMT -8
Lili arrives later that evening, and sits down at Crow's table.
"Where were you? I waited for like half an hour, and you didn't show up."
She gestures for a server and orders a meal, on Crow's bill.
"Mmm...I usually don't stay in places like this. Still, it's good to splurge a little every now and then, y'know?"
As she eats, the young thief glances back and forth at the patrons, watching everyone's wallets.
"So...did you get your stuff? What's next?"
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Crow & The Fisher King
Dedicated
The end is the beginning.
Roleplay posts: 216
Age: Old, and Older.
Physical Description: Crow stands at 5'11, with a slim build. His skin his deathly pale, and his hair is a silver white, mostly from lack of sun. His eyes are a glinting silver, and gleam with a thoughtful intelligence. He has delicate cheek bones, a narrow jaw, and thin lips. Overall his face is too delicate too be considered handsome, but he is rather pretty.
Image: http://i.imgur.com/iT9ESTb.png
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Clothes and Equipment: Crow's equipment is his partner The Fisher King. When in use The King takes the form of a long cloak, covered in black feathers, a large dark steel mask, with a pronounced beak, and a cane made of gnarled ebony. When not in use The Fisher King appears as a raven headed cane.
Image in use form: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSzzldPLkXw/Uu-aUxsysoI/AAAAAAAAHb4/b0yUCg9OTTY/s1600/king_of_crows_speedpainting.jpg
Image in cane form: https://img1.etsystatic.com/027/1/6287105/il_fullxfull.587351685_o0m3.jpg
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 20:21:14 GMT -8
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Post by Crow & The Fisher King on Mar 13, 2016 9:40:16 GMT -8
Crow glances up at the woman as she enters. He is in the middle of his meal, which he had been enjoying. It was simple, hearty fair, and it was similar to what he was used to. The tastes were only slightly different, he supposed it was an animal similar to a Minotaur. Wiping his mouth with a napkin, he waits for her to sit.
"I was traveling, though I suppose swimming might be a better term. I gathered what I needed from the detritus in the River Styx. In regards to next steps. I plan to finish my meal, then go to bed. After that I will set up a fishing hole. Then we can get started." |
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Liliput Guttersnipe
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: 18
Physical Description: Lili is a rather short girl with a surprisingly curvaceous figure for a street urchin. She has short brownish hair and a keen look in her eye.
Clothes and Equipment: Lili usually wears dark leather clothing befitting of a thief when she's doing B&E jobs. Otherwise, she wears normal street clothes. She carries with her a full set of lockpicks and a blackened knife. In addition to the picks and knife, she has a coil of rope and a grappling hook. Usual thief things.
Registered: Mar 6, 2016 20:23:49 GMT -8
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Post by Liliput Guttersnipe on Mar 13, 2016 10:22:47 GMT -8
"Huh? A fishing hole?"
Lili chews quickly on her meal, having ordered a rather fancy piece of roast pork. It's not often that she gets her meals paid for by someone else.
"What do you mean by that? You can't fish in a well, silly. There's no fish in there. Just water and ghosts."
She takes a sip of her drink, savoring the taste of the wine.
"Hmm...what do you need all that stuff for, anyway? Are they potion ingredients?"
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Crow & The Fisher King
Dedicated
The end is the beginning.
Roleplay posts: 216
Age: Old, and Older.
Physical Description: Crow stands at 5'11, with a slim build. His skin his deathly pale, and his hair is a silver white, mostly from lack of sun. His eyes are a glinting silver, and gleam with a thoughtful intelligence. He has delicate cheek bones, a narrow jaw, and thin lips. Overall his face is too delicate too be considered handsome, but he is rather pretty.
Image: http://i.imgur.com/iT9ESTb.png
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Clothes and Equipment: Crow's equipment is his partner The Fisher King. When in use The King takes the form of a long cloak, covered in black feathers, a large dark steel mask, with a pronounced beak, and a cane made of gnarled ebony. When not in use The Fisher King appears as a raven headed cane.
Image in use form: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSzzldPLkXw/Uu-aUxsysoI/AAAAAAAAHb4/b0yUCg9OTTY/s1600/king_of_crows_speedpainting.jpg
Image in cane form: https://img1.etsystatic.com/027/1/6287105/il_fullxfull.587351685_o0m3.jpg
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 20:21:14 GMT -8
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Post by Crow & The Fisher King on Mar 13, 2016 14:34:15 GMT -8
Crow raises an eyebrow at the barrage of questions. She was certainly inquisitive. Now that he thought about it, all the people who stumbled into Bridge Town had been like that. He supposed answers weren't as valuable here.
"I think we are talking about two different kinds of fishing. Regardless, you will see what I mean tomorrow. The stuff I gathered is all magical in nature yes. Though I will be using it for a spell not a potion."
He returns to his meal, eating in silence. When he is done he retires for the evening, paying both their bills.
"Meet me out front in 10 hours Lili. Have a pleasant sleep." |
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Liliput Guttersnipe
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: 18
Physical Description: Lili is a rather short girl with a surprisingly curvaceous figure for a street urchin. She has short brownish hair and a keen look in her eye.
Clothes and Equipment: Lili usually wears dark leather clothing befitting of a thief when she's doing B&E jobs. Otherwise, she wears normal street clothes. She carries with her a full set of lockpicks and a blackened knife. In addition to the picks and knife, she has a coil of rope and a grappling hook. Usual thief things.
Registered: Mar 6, 2016 20:23:49 GMT -8
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Post by Liliput Guttersnipe on Mar 13, 2016 15:54:16 GMT -8
"A spell? Alright..."
Lili finishes up her meal, relishing every bite. Afterwards, she heads up to her room and sleeps in the warm, soft bed. It's not often that she gets to stay in an inn. Usually she sleeps in her apartment, which as a hard and lumpy bed. In the morning, she heads down to the front of the inn and looks around for Crow.
"I wonder what sort of spell he's doing..."
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 16, 2024 22:39:21 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2016 17:31:46 GMT -8
Ruahd shoves open the door to the tavern with a wide, open palm and strolls right in. The place was certainly hearty with a number of rowdy individuals cramming the place. But it wasn't run down or teeming with slime from the gutter... or maybe it was - you never know with faces nowadays. Still, this would suffice in sating his curiosity for the city while his little brother wandered about to who-knows-where.
He lets his relaxed gaze sweep about to find the bar and points his boots for it - leaning on the counter with an elbow, to peg a pretty lass behind it with his handsome grin and pretty hazelnut stare. "Afternoon there, lass - aren't you just a lovely little flower in this place, hmm?" He makes no attempt to reach out or touch - that would be rude and unbecoming of a gentleman. But a woman deserved a compliment every now and then! "As fine a place as this is, shouldn't you be in a more refined place of work?"
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on May 8, 2016 10:53:00 GMT -8
The door opens, and Vain struts in. Behind him are Violet and @incubusfun, and all three are ready to party. After a moment's search, Vain finds a table and sits down. "Y'know, in all my time in Isra, I don't think I ever came here. Isn't that funny? I wonder what the food is like." Glancing over the bar counter, he adds: "The staff isn't too bad here, though." |
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Kirian Krysin
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Physical Description: A young warrior and minor noble who believes greatly in justice and honour. He roams the land looking for someone worthy to serve with his martial skills, which he has been honing for most of his life.
His preferred weapon is the spear and he is known as an excellent cavalryman, known among his peers for leading the charge from the front and being capable of breaking through strong defences - alone if need be. He is also a surprisingly able leader and tactician, though strategy isn't his strongest suit.
Registered: Jul 31, 2015 13:22:36 GMT -8
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Post by Kirian Krysin on May 8, 2016 13:59:37 GMT -8
Krysin pushed open the door to The Violet Witch and peered inside with bright blue eyes that gleamed like sunlight on a clear lake; eyes that were only partially concealed by the light blonde hair that fell over his shoulders. He was a rough-looking fellow, with two greatswords slung over one shoulder and held in place in a slight cross against his back by leather straps that left the blade-tips hovering only inches above the ground as he walked. Over his other shoulder, an unconscious young lad of about fourteen was being held in place with a hand over his back and a sack over his face to stop him from getting too feisty if he woke.
"Where's the lord-y fellow who put up that bounty?" He asked, pushing past some of the other regulars who recognized him while holding up a worn piece of written-on parchment in his free hand. "I have his prize here."
Almost immediately, a short, middle-aged man came rushing towards him with a look of absolute terror and a hulking bodyguard close behind. "Ahh! My boy Jonathan! You knave, I told you to bring him back in one piece!"
"I have," Krysin replied, dropping the bound kid down into the bodyguard's arm like a doll into a child's arms. "Your kid tried to stab me, so I gave him a good whack in the stomach and he passed out. I'm 90% sure he's fine though, considering he's been snoring for half the journey back here."
"You HIT him?! I paid you to save him, not beat him like a dog!" The short man exclaimed, clearly getting more frustrated by the second.
"Yes, but it turned out he didn't get kidnapped, he ran away. I still want my money," the warrior-for-hire stated, holding out his hand expectantly. He got a single narrowed eye in return, but after a second or two of option-weighing he smiled as a pouch of silver was dropped into his palm.
"There, 200 silver crowns," came a grumble in return. "Come on, Smash, we're going back home."
The little man began walking towards the exit, at which point the large bodyguard and the bound young man began to follow him with an affirmative groan. As they reached the door, the lord span around and pointed at Krysin as though certain harsh words were about to spill out of his mouth. However at the last moment, his finger curled inwards alongside a look of defeat and instead they simply turned and left the establishment.
"Nice doing business with you," Krysin mumbled to himself before going over towards the counter and sitting down at a stool. "The usual please."
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Violet
Dedicated
Becoming a Mortal Kombat Character
Roleplay posts: 176
Age: ???
Physical Description: Long dark hair, golden eyes with black irises, curvaceous and sexually attractive body, has fangs, wings, a tail, horns, pointy ears, light purple skin.
Clothes and Equipment: Royal Guard Armor: http://i325.photobucket.com/albums/k392/anachronously/The%20Sandbox/Gifts/Violet%20armor.jpg
Player's online availability : Every day
Registered: Aug 15, 2015 20:48:55 GMT -8
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Post by Violet on May 9, 2016 13:14:39 GMT -8
The door opens, and Vain struts in. Behind him are Violet and @incubusfun , and all three are ready to party. After a moment's search, Vain finds a table and sits down. "Y'know, in all my time in Isra, I don't think I ever came here. Isn't that funny? I wonder what the food is like." Glancing over the bar counter, he adds: "The staff isn't too bad here, though." Violet follows and takes a seat. She looks around the place for someone worth draining energy from. |
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 16, 2024 22:39:21 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2016 13:31:43 GMT -8
Praxnihr came in behind the pair of them, taking a seat at the table without a word. This was only one set of hunting grounds, really, and these here were easy wenches for the most part. They loved to play but too delicate, and no fun to break. Still, he could use the layover, so he wouldn't complain. His wings adjusted slightly as he eased back in the chair - casting a glance to a pretty little maid behind the counter with a killer smile and soft stare.
Watching her stumble over herself was amusing. But she knew his usual, thankfully.
"The place isn't scum worthy, no doubt. There are some... pretty birds here." His head turns at the commotion with the knight-for-hire and the man with the bounty, frowning slightly but looking more bored than anything. "Sometimes you see a little drama... not too much. The food is nice, though nothing compared to the Midnight Sun, of course. Drinks are close, though."
His attention shifts back to his company, settling on Violet with sweeping eyes looking to take in any and all of her features. That was a devil's bird, no doubt, but he held little doubt he could make her sing. And he could imagine how lovely her song was~.
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Shosanna
New
Roleplay posts: 5
Age: 33.
Registered: May 10, 2016 8:55:38 GMT -8
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Post by Shosanna on May 10, 2016 9:17:51 GMT -8
Shosanna took the required number of crowns from Krysin, sliding them across the counter with her hand and down into one of the pockets of her dress. "One usual coming right up," she told the bounty hunter while adept fingers pulled glasses from behind the counter and drew drink from a bottle to fill them until as they were as close to the rim as Krysin's coin would allow. Then, she slid both glasses towards him and began tapping painted fingernails down upon the wooden surface. "Second one's on the house for finally getting that annoying oaf to leave. Every five minutes he would walk over here and ask for a drink and then spend the entire time leaning over the bar and looking down my cleavage when I bent over to get his order."
She gave a glance across the bar, at which point her eyes rolled at the words of Praxnihr and the fumbling of the young lady who assisted her behind the bar. "Lorette why don't you go down into the cellar and check stocks, my lovely?" She suggested, her tone maternal while she moved to the barmaid's place and gradually pushed her out of it with soft and subtle movements.
"Of course, Miss Shosanna. Would you like me to write an order list while I'm down there? I know we're running low on eggs," the girl replied.
"Yes please, Lorette. I'll handle things up here for a while."
The barmaid nodded, then soon walked away and disappeared into the back.
At which point, Shosanna's eyes narrowed at Praxnihr and she all but leaned over the desk to glare him in the face. "That pretty bird is off limits, charming. I don't mind harmless flirting, but I know your type; you keep your paws off my staff, especially that young girl. She needs to find a nice husband, not have her innocence ruined by some miserable philanderer like you!"
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on May 10, 2016 11:58:18 GMT -8
Vain chuckles as the manager scolds Praxnihr. Who did she think she was, ordering around a demon like that? He considers sliding over and dealing with her, but decides to let the younger demon handle it. After all, if he couldn't even deal with a manager, how would he ever learn to deal with mothers, or husbands? She was giving him quite the tongue-lashing, but if Prax played his cards right, he might spend the night giving her a tongue-lashing of his own. Still, she was on the job. Yelling at a customer, how unprofessional. Vain waves lazily at Shosanna, smiling lazily.
"Once you're done with that, can we get some snacks over here? Do you have little cakes, or anything like that? We're hungry, paying customers."
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 16, 2024 22:39:21 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 10, 2016 17:30:15 GMT -8
He watched the young lady wander off on request, and his eyes shifted over to the one now standing in her stead. Hearing her tear into him... that made his spine stiffen and his eyes harden. The next image across his eyes was this pretty spitfire strung up and moaning aloud like a wanton whore... and now he had another goal in mind, with this woman leaning over the counter. He rose from the chair smoothly, tugging his vest straight, and crossed the room with a slow stride.
Praxnihr came to stand right before her, hands coming out to rest on the counter top with pointed nails tapping the surface as they came to rest. His gaze drilled directly into that of the woman. And then, without a word or warning, his eyes began to soften to melted chocolate once more - attempting to lure her into a relaxed state through his will and ability. Whether she succumbed or not remained to be seen.
His voice comes out in a sultry purr regardless, low and soft just for her. "And what about you, my lovely little finch? Are you looking for something so mundane as that cute little dove you just sent back there? Or perhaps something more worthwhile?" he inquires, slowly drawing one hand across the counter in search of her own - if it was already present on the same surface. If so, she would likely feel just a single claw tip trace gingerly over the back of her hand.
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Shosanna
New
Roleplay posts: 5
Age: 33.
Registered: May 10, 2016 8:55:38 GMT -8
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Post by Shosanna on May 10, 2016 19:37:24 GMT -8
A subconscious tremble began to occur in Shosanna's words and actions; her breath becoming a little heavier, while her eyes seemed oddly glazed over while simultaneously being fixated on the man she had just been telling off. "Don't try to change the subject," she replied with the faintest hint of struggle in her voice. Still, with each passing second she seemed more and more relaxed with any trace of annoyance that had once been in her tone draining away from her at a rate equal to that of Praxnihr approaching her counter.
Then she felt something touch her hand, a point that traced her skin. It was sharp, yet the sensation seemed to tickle her far more than scratch her.. They certainly seemed to have the capacity to be dangerous, at least! Yet it was that very sensation and those very thoughts that snapped her out of it and brought her senses back to her in a welcome return to reality. Immediately, she pulled her hand away and took a step back towards the cabinet that lay against the wall.
"Do not take me for a fool. This is my establishment and I have dealt with many, many different individuals during my time here. Your charms may have worked on me for a moment, but I assure you that I have no interest in any sort of liaison with you," she warned, her head turning slightly to Vain for she now remembered what he had asked. "We serve fruits, nuts and the like. We might have some cake left somewhere but it will likely be a little stale since I haven't made any more yet today."
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Violet
Dedicated
Becoming a Mortal Kombat Character
Roleplay posts: 176
Age: ???
Physical Description: Long dark hair, golden eyes with black irises, curvaceous and sexually attractive body, has fangs, wings, a tail, horns, pointy ears, light purple skin.
Clothes and Equipment: Royal Guard Armor: http://i325.photobucket.com/albums/k392/anachronously/The%20Sandbox/Gifts/Violet%20armor.jpg
Player's online availability : Every day
Registered: Aug 15, 2015 20:48:55 GMT -8
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Post by Violet on May 10, 2016 21:41:56 GMT -8
"Hmmm..." Violet looks around some more, she sees a man at the bar. The Succubus in disguise gets up from the table to go after her mark. "I'll catch up with you two later." Violet takes a seat next to Kirian Krysin and orders a drink. She looks over at Krysin, "Sup." |
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on May 10, 2016 22:10:06 GMT -8
"Aw...that's a shame."
Vain smiled sweetly at Shoshanna, drumming his fingers on the table. She was strong-willed, that was for sure. It would be fun to break her. However, she was Prax's prize, not his. For now, he simply wanted cake.
"Well then, miss...could you bake some more? I've come an awfully long way, and I sure would like some nice, tasty cake. Nice and moist, with creamy white frosting..."
He licked his lips hungrily, imagining delicious baked nirvana. Cake baked in the demon realm never tasted the same. It was always too dry, too rough. He wanted soft, sweet cake, and this realm was the place to find it. After all, it wasn't as though he was here for the women. As the son of the demonlady of Lust, he could have any succubus he wanted in the entire demon realm. No, he wasn't here for the women themselves. He came here for the fun they provided, for the challenge in pursuing them, and for the cakes they baked.
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