Gwenneth Barclay
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83 
Age: 19
Physical Description: Standing at a height of five feet and three inches tall, Gwenneth Barclay is an absolutely stunning woman, which goes without saying for most who meet her. She has long sable hair that cascades down her back, well taken care of and silky almost all the time. Her skin is pale, yet ethereally beautiful rather than lifeless, soft and smooth as velvet. Curiously, this applies even to her hands, despite her farmer upbringing, a passing oddity among many for her. She has a kindly, elegantly-structured face, with lovely, full lips constantly graced by a friendly smile, enhanced by strangely heterochromic, yet strikingly beautiful and lively icy blue and hazel eyes. Her figure is slim, yet elegant and curvaceous enough to draw the male -- or occasionally female -- eye. The only blemish upon her entire apparently perfect body is an earthy red tribal tattoo upon her left shoulder, the twisting lines possessing a meaning none but her know.
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Gwenneth wears robes of an apparently natural make, sewn from a fibrous, breathable plant-based cloth, an ethereal material gifted to her by a fae prince she once crossed paths with. They're crafted in such a way as to seem at once elegant and almost tribal, with feathers and tufts of fur tastefully displayed about the robes. The sleeves are almost entirely detached from the rest of the garment, held on by a few elastic strings of colourful etched beads, showcasing the elegant slope of her shoulders. She wears an ornate silver circlet and hooped silver earrings along with the rest of her ensemble. They glow oddly in the moonlight, waxing and waning along with its phases. A small blue thrush named "Pippin" constantly perches upon her shoulder, tweeting constantly, particularly vocal when she prepares a spell. She speaks back to the bird often, giving her a reputation of being slightly touched in the head.
Registered: Sept 23, 2015 21:22:52 GMT -8
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Post by Gwenneth Barclay on Sept 23, 2015 22:11:39 GMT -8
A young, extremely attractive woman dressed in robes of a seemingly tribal nature stops before the gates of the White City, shielding her eyes with a hand as she gazes up at its spires reaching up toward the heavens. "Whoaaaaa," she says, breathily, and the small blue thresh sitting upon her shoulder tweets enthusiastically in agreement.
"Big is right, Pippin. This place is massive! Let's try and get in," she replies, nodding over to the bird. She hefts her satchel up onto her shoulder and walks toward the walls, greeting a nearby guard with a slight wave. The guards and rangers are immediately and strangely attracted to this stunning beauty of a woman, everything from her silky raven hair to her beautiful porcelain skin to the way her robes hug her figure drawing their eye immediately. "Hello!" she greets, either entirely oblivious to their ogling or used to it by now, "Can I enter this city? I'm afraid I have nothing to offer for a toll, but truly I have never seen such a beautiful sight in my life, and it would be a shame to just...leave."
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Rani
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 252
Age: 20
Physical Description: Light blue skin, Long red hair, blue eyes, has two small tusks
5'11"
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a sexy genie/belly dancer-like outfit with a veil and harem pants with slits on the thighs and such.
Flameburst Gauntlet: A mithril gauntlet that enhances fire magic.
Band of Nati: A shred of cloth colored vivid green with the blood of the infant nature god. Has healing properties and glows in the dark.
In her bag she carries lots of random objects that she uses as reagents, or they're junk.
Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: Jun 19, 2015 14:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Rani on Sept 23, 2015 23:07:26 GMT -8
After her time in the Valhecius Desert, Rani had departed from her friends Hirhan and Ralf to continue exploring. She experienced a lot and has grown since she first left her village as a skinny jungle girl, She had gained new powers and equipment and knew a lot more about the world now. Instead of leaves she now wore a fancy outfit she picked up from her time in the desert that made her look like a sexy genie, which went well with her exotic looks.
The Vagrant Shaman was in awe of the city ahead of her and she skipped along the road. It was a long way she'd been travelling and she was relieved to have finally gotten here. She was excited to reach this new place but also had anxiety, because this was the first time she'd enter civilization on her own. She didn't know people were like here, if she'd be accepted. After traveling with friends for awhile, she had forgotten how lonely it actually was travelling by herself.
Rani arrived at the gate finally and awaited entry.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 3:52:51 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2015 7:26:52 GMT -8
The guard at the gate's mouth kind of hung open at the sight of Gwenneth. A female range quickly smacked the back of his head, "Put your tongue back in your mouth." The guard looked down in shame.
The female ranger greeted Gwenneth, "There is no toll for entering the city. But we have to warn you. There is a battle underway and if our King fails in this battle the enemy will be headed here. It might not be the safest for you. The ranger looked up at the mighty black granite walls, "Or perhaps it is the safest." She waved at the guard up on the wall. Dull grey steel iron gates rose for the traveler. and as they did so a troll arrived.
Aaedanians had never actually seen a troll. The Guard who was stunned by Gwen's beauty was almost as dumb founded by Rani. In a mesmerized tone, "What are you?" The ranger responded with another quick slap to the back of his head. "You can enter too, but like I told the other madam, our walls may soon become besieged. Enter at your own risk."
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Gwenneth Barclay
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 19
Physical Description: Standing at a height of five feet and three inches tall, Gwenneth Barclay is an absolutely stunning woman, which goes without saying for most who meet her. She has long sable hair that cascades down her back, well taken care of and silky almost all the time. Her skin is pale, yet ethereally beautiful rather than lifeless, soft and smooth as velvet. Curiously, this applies even to her hands, despite her farmer upbringing, a passing oddity among many for her. She has a kindly, elegantly-structured face, with lovely, full lips constantly graced by a friendly smile, enhanced by strangely heterochromic, yet strikingly beautiful and lively icy blue and hazel eyes. Her figure is slim, yet elegant and curvaceous enough to draw the male -- or occasionally female -- eye. The only blemish upon her entire apparently perfect body is an earthy red tribal tattoo upon her left shoulder, the twisting lines possessing a meaning none but her know.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================================
Gwenneth wears robes of an apparently natural make, sewn from a fibrous, breathable plant-based cloth, an ethereal material gifted to her by a fae prince she once crossed paths with. They're crafted in such a way as to seem at once elegant and almost tribal, with feathers and tufts of fur tastefully displayed about the robes. The sleeves are almost entirely detached from the rest of the garment, held on by a few elastic strings of colourful etched beads, showcasing the elegant slope of her shoulders. She wears an ornate silver circlet and hooped silver earrings along with the rest of her ensemble. They glow oddly in the moonlight, waxing and waning along with its phases. A small blue thrush named "Pippin" constantly perches upon her shoulder, tweeting constantly, particularly vocal when she prepares a spell. She speaks back to the bird often, giving her a reputation of being slightly touched in the head.
Registered: Sept 23, 2015 21:22:52 GMT -8
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Post by Gwenneth Barclay on Sept 24, 2015 7:43:55 GMT -8
Gwenneth smiles brightly at the ranger and nods. "I will gladly take this risk. In fact, I am a fairly powerful caster myself, if the city requires help in its defence," responds Gwen, bowing slightly at the hip. She walks through the open gate, her head swivelling about as she takes in all the sights. Everything is...made of stone rather than wood or thatch. What an odd place. She makes her way to the nearest building as fast as she can, which just happens to be The Drunken Horseman. She beams in excitement as she enters the tavern, saying aside to her avian companion, "This place is so exciting, don't you think, Pippin?" The bird warbles positively in response. |
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 3:52:51 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2015 9:33:01 GMT -8
As Gwen was speaking with the guards, a small man about a meter in height with elvish ears walked towards the entrance, his hands in his pocket and slightly hunched over. Although he was clearly not in a good mood, he hardly look threatening enough to consider not speaking to him. A light clinking sound could be heard underneath his shirt, as if he was hiding something.
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Rani
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 252
Age: 20
Physical Description: Light blue skin, Long red hair, blue eyes, has two small tusks
5'11"
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a sexy genie/belly dancer-like outfit with a veil and harem pants with slits on the thighs and such.
Flameburst Gauntlet: A mithril gauntlet that enhances fire magic.
Band of Nati: A shred of cloth colored vivid green with the blood of the infant nature god. Has healing properties and glows in the dark.
In her bag she carries lots of random objects that she uses as reagents, or they're junk.
Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: Jun 19, 2015 14:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Rani on Sept 24, 2015 10:38:40 GMT -8
"I'm a Zandali, from the south or somewhere around there." Rani replied to the guard and smiled beneath her thin veil as she was allowed passage. "Thank ya!"
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Michael Zeliph
Committed
Roleplay posts: 66 
Registered: Oct 1, 2015 14:37:35 GMT -8
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Post by Michael Zeliph on Oct 1, 2015 16:33:12 GMT -8
He walked up to the gates in a casual manner. He looked at one of the guards and smiled a bit.
"Hello, I am Michael Zeliph. Would it be ok if I entered?"
The guard looked him over and nodded, letting him go in. He thanked the man and walked off into the city with a care free bounce in his step.
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Ari the Djinni
Established
Roleplay posts: 17
Physical Description: Yellow golden skin.
Deep brown eyes.
Curled golden hair.
Registered: Oct 6, 2015 12:23:29 GMT -8
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Post by Ari the Djinni on Oct 6, 2015 13:56:00 GMT -8
A young woman rides up towards the gate. She is sat upon a white horse with a leather saddle. Her yellow intricate robs flow gently in the breeze as she moves up to them.
Eventually she stops at the guards and looks down with a smile.
"I'm here for business purposes and would like to know the palace, please."
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 3:52:51 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2015 14:16:09 GMT -8
The gates were open already as to let travelers in and out. "All road lead to the plaza. The Palace sits on the plaza. Just don't make any turns and you'll get there."
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Birdie Tiller
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 135
Age: 21
Physical Description: Birdie has an athletic, but rather petite figure. She has red hair and a fairly attractive face, although nondescript enough that most people wont be able yo describe her appearance besides "pretty".
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a hooded cloak and a thief's leathers, as well as hooves and soft, quiet boots. She carries a rapier, lock picks, rope, a grappling hook, and other useful things.
Registered: Sept 17, 2015 21:43:11 GMT -8
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Post by Birdie Tiller on Oct 6, 2015 18:34:26 GMT -8
Birdie runs up to the gate. It's almost noon, she's very late. Hopefully Tania won't make her run laps around the city. Maybe she can play it off like she was just up late last night drinking with the others...
"Legate Alwin! I'm here! Sorry I'm late!"
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Ranger Praetor, Tania Alwhin
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 31
Physical Description: She stands about five feet and three inches tall, with golden hair and glowing green eyes. Her face is round, her cheeks full and lips voluptuous, her jaw slightly square. yet still beautiful.
Out of her armor one could see the efforts of a long life on continuos military duty. Tanned skin with light white scars all across her body. Her muscles were thick and taunt.
Registered: Sept 23, 2015 18:10:48 GMT -8
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Post by Ranger Praetor, Tania Alwhin on Oct 6, 2015 18:45:20 GMT -8
Tania glared at Birdie. "The rest of the unit moved out already. I told them we would catch up. Why are you so late?"
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Birdie Tiller
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 135
Age: 21
Physical Description: Birdie has an athletic, but rather petite figure. She has red hair and a fairly attractive face, although nondescript enough that most people wont be able yo describe her appearance besides "pretty".
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a hooded cloak and a thief's leathers, as well as hooves and soft, quiet boots. She carries a rapier, lock picks, rope, a grappling hook, and other useful things.
Registered: Sept 17, 2015 21:43:11 GMT -8
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Post by Birdie Tiller on Oct 6, 2015 18:46:46 GMT -8
"Eh...I was up late last night. Drinking. With the king."
Oops, she thinks. Got the stories mixed up. It was supposed to be either drinking with friends or talking with the king. Oh well.
"I'm sorry I'm late. Where are we headed?"
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Ranger Praetor, Tania Alwhin
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 31
Physical Description: She stands about five feet and three inches tall, with golden hair and glowing green eyes. Her face is round, her cheeks full and lips voluptuous, her jaw slightly square. yet still beautiful.
Out of her armor one could see the efforts of a long life on continuos military duty. Tanned skin with light white scars all across her body. Her muscles were thick and taunt.
Registered: Sept 23, 2015 18:10:48 GMT -8
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Post by Ranger Praetor, Tania Alwhin on Oct 6, 2015 18:50:52 GMT -8
"Jorech does like to drink on occasion..." A gust of wind blew and Birdie was up wind of Tania. She gave Birdie a coniving look, "Up late drinnking with the king, yeah right. Whos the lucky boy?" Tania shook her head, "Well... last night was supposed to be fun. Lets get moving." Tania took off out of the city. Her cloak billowing behind her.
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Birdie Tiller
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 135
Age: 21
Physical Description: Birdie has an athletic, but rather petite figure. She has red hair and a fairly attractive face, although nondescript enough that most people wont be able yo describe her appearance besides "pretty".
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a hooded cloak and a thief's leathers, as well as hooves and soft, quiet boots. She carries a rapier, lock picks, rope, a grappling hook, and other useful things.
Registered: Sept 17, 2015 21:43:11 GMT -8
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Post by Birdie Tiller on Oct 6, 2015 18:53:18 GMT -8
"Er..."
She can't very well say that the lucky boy was, in fact, the king. Instead, Birdie stays silent and runs after Tania.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Oct 14, 2015 13:44:20 GMT -8
Roy walks down the path, under his large umbrella. Ah...the white city. Lovely place, really. And the academy of magic...he walks up to the guard.
"Hello, I'd like to enter the city. I'm going to study magic at the academy."
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Ranger Praetor, Tania Alwhin
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 31
Physical Description: She stands about five feet and three inches tall, with golden hair and glowing green eyes. Her face is round, her cheeks full and lips voluptuous, her jaw slightly square. yet still beautiful.
Out of her armor one could see the efforts of a long life on continuos military duty. Tanned skin with light white scars all across her body. Her muscles were thick and taunt.
Registered: Sept 23, 2015 18:10:48 GMT -8
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Post by Ranger Praetor, Tania Alwhin on Oct 14, 2015 14:15:14 GMT -8
The guard turned his nose up slightly to the foreigner. "Feel free. Watch out though, that place occasionally has a fire ball shoot out of it."
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Oct 14, 2015 14:23:17 GMT -8
"Don't worry."
Roy walks into the city, whistling cheerfully.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 3:52:51 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2016 11:10:23 GMT -8
The walls along the gate begain to glow. so faint at first that no one could tell. but it grew strong. The guards along the walls were confused. Several called to officers that found themselves just as perplexed. Green energy was coating the black walls of the white city. Aaedanians are familiar with magic but the air itself felt sick and heavy. When the first Aaedanian Knight vommited the walls were quickly evacuated. Alamrs bells began to ring across the city.
The military within the walls quickly formed up, armored and ready for action but none was to be found. Only the citie's magi had duty here. They studied the walls, observed the energy flowing through them only to find that it was like no magic they had known, but it was magic. Magic that was spreading inward from the walls. Its purpose was unknown. The Magi Corp quickly attempted to put barriers along the walls; an attempt to stop the magic that proved worthless. The vile magic spread past the barriers. It was growing with alarming pace to the center of the city. The Tower of Aeon was starting to glow with the same magic.
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Birdie Tiller
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 135
Age: 21
Physical Description: Birdie has an athletic, but rather petite figure. She has red hair and a fairly attractive face, although nondescript enough that most people wont be able yo describe her appearance besides "pretty".
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a hooded cloak and a thief's leathers, as well as hooves and soft, quiet boots. She carries a rapier, lock picks, rope, a grappling hook, and other useful things.
Registered: Sept 17, 2015 21:43:11 GMT -8
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Post by Birdie Tiller on May 6, 2016 22:58:08 GMT -8
Birdie returned from a patrol, humming a tune as she strolled down the road. It had been a long day. She'd had to shoot a wolf that was eating chickens, then help coax a cat down from a tree, then had to treat a farmer's twisted ankle. Of course, she didn't technically have to do these things. However, it made her feel better to help people. Certainly, it was more than her family had ever done. As she sashayed along, hips swinging to the rhythm of her tune, she spotted the gates. Immediately, she noticed that something was wrong. There were no guards at the gates. The mages were there, and it looked like they were up to something. She stopped, glancing around. If the mages were there, that could only mean bad news. The magi corps were not called when good things happened. All of a sudden, she felt the thick, suffocating air radiating from the walls and immediately backed up. Something here wasn't right. After a moment's hesitation, she started running towards the Lito River, where her supervisor was currently patrolling. Tania would know what to do.
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Ranger Praetor, Tania Alwhin
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 31
Physical Description: She stands about five feet and three inches tall, with golden hair and glowing green eyes. Her face is round, her cheeks full and lips voluptuous, her jaw slightly square. yet still beautiful.
Out of her armor one could see the efforts of a long life on continuos military duty. Tanned skin with light white scars all across her body. Her muscles were thick and taunt.
Registered: Sept 23, 2015 18:10:48 GMT -8
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Post by Ranger Praetor, Tania Alwhin on May 6, 2016 23:54:53 GMT -8
Tania arrived at the Western Gate. The gate stood open but all the guards were gone. By her arrivale a green haze had covered the whole city. She could see no one through the gates at all. A shadow soon came into view and after marching through the fog she could see shadow's true form; to her suprise a Aaedanian knight, sword out shield held as if moving to battle, his eyes glowing more brightly than normal beneath his helm.
A bad feeling settled over the Ranger. Her instincts seemed to fire into full. Her ranger instincts screamed "BE READY FOR A FIGHT!"
Another older, more primal instinct said, "RUN!"
Tania prepare her bow and Aimed for the knight. "Somethings wrong here."
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