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 24, 2015 12:47:33 GMT -8
Gwen sighs and shakes her head. "No need to apologise," she says, smiling. "Your vision was obscured, you could not tell."
She walks over to sit at the bar next to Clem, and as per the usual, every eye in the restaurant is upon her. She's more than used to it by now. "May I have some water and bread?" she asks the bartender, smiling a bright smile at him.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2015 12:48:06 GMT -8
"Alright, you may regret it there short stuff." Gabe was already set to pouring the drink, an amber liquid. He added a red liquid and swirled it round once making a golden drink with strange red swirls within. "Its cherry syrup. if you were wondering." He sat the mug down before the halfling, "Be careful, this stuff will put a full grown infantryman on his ass." He quickly set to serving the lass' order as well, setting a smaller cup on the table and pouring crystal clear water into it. He set a small plate down and cut three thick slices of bread. The bread was whole grain and had some kind of black seed coating the top. He moved the plate in front of her along with a smaller saucer that had a dollop of some kind of thick white paste that would prove to be cream cheese mixed with a bit of sugar and cinnamon. When he sat the saucer of cream cheese before Gwen he commented, "Cause your pretty, the sweet stuff is on the house." He left a small blunt knife to spread the mixture onto her bread and went about conducting other business.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2015 12:52:28 GMT -8
Clem leered at the man for calling him "short stuff" for a moment before grabbing the mug and chugging the drink, designed for a human of average size. After practically inhaling the drink, he slammed his empty mug on the table with an audible thud.
"Hah! Guess your infantryman are half the man I am." he said with a grin. "Another. I need to play daycare with the brunette and I'd rather not be sober for it." He said as he gestured to Gwen with his head.
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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 13:00:25 GMT -8
Awkwardly she'd take a seat next to the two strangers she crashed into as there weren't many other seats available. She removes her veil and apologizes to the barman for making a scene while also asking for water to help with her dehydration.
She tried to salvage her first impression with the lady, Her face was still reddened with embarassment, "I am Ranijarashi, or Rani. I've been traveling a long time, and I overexerted myself without resting, to explain my disorientation."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2015 16:02:54 GMT -8
The barkeep set a fresh mug of the drink he request before him, he didn't add the syrup this time so as to really make the drink kick. He set a mug and a pitcher of water before Rani. "Drink up."
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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 18:29:39 GMT -8
Gwen smiles brightly up at Gabriel. Her smile is arguably her absolute prettiest feature. "Thank you so much!" she enthuses, before buttering a piece of the bread with the sweet substance, picking it up between her hands very cautiously (so as not to get any of the concoction on her slightly-too-long sleeves), and biting into it. Her face lights up as she lets out a soft 'mmmmm', and she holds a bit up for her thrush to peck at, which it gladly does.
"So, barman," she begins after swallowing.
"What can I do so that I can live in this city for good? I really, really like it here so far. I mean, I've only been here for a little while, but still. Also, I have very little money. I think coinage is important for getting a house in most cities, right? I don't think you can simply build one yourself on the street, unfortunately. That would be much easier," laments the girl. She then turns to Rani. "Oh, well, do not worry about it. I have been travelling a long time myself. I am Gwenneth Barclay. I prefer 'Gwen', really. This is Clem--" she gestures to the Halfling beside her, "--a Halfling and very good travelling companion. He's a little...rough around the edges, but he's really quite a sweetheart when you get to know him!" |
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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 20:05:41 GMT -8
Rani takes a long drink of water, "Ahh~"
She wipes her mouth and talks some more, "Hello Gwen and Clem. So you came here to find a place to live? Where did you come from?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2015 7:57:30 GMT -8
"Thesper. It's a small town on the continent Julin to the west. Don't know about her, though. Met in Aesgir." Clem said as he took another swig of his drink.
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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 25, 2015 12:13:36 GMT -8
"I'm told I come from an unmarked stretch of forest near Ivelius, although I have not yet been able to return home to see just where it is. I'm afraid I lost my way long ago," Gwen responds, her brow furrowing slightly in concern for a moment, before she perks back up. "I came here to find a place to live, but I don't know if Clem will be staying with me. He's...more of a traveller than I am. I am really not very suited to life on the roads, although I try not to complain too much," she continues with a happier tone, punctuating her sentence by taking another bite of the warm bread.
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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 25, 2015 12:27:48 GMT -8
"I know someone from Aesgir, he saved my life a few times." Rani smiles remembering Ralf. "I've not heard of Ivelius. I don't think I'll be going home eva, after seeing all these other places I don't like the jungle very much, der was sickness everywhere and dangerous beasts."
Rani pours more water from the pitcher that was left in front of her and thinks for a while. "I don't know what I'm gonna do, I just been traveling, looking for new things to learn. I've grown as a shaman, but as a person I don't know."
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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 25, 2015 23:21:24 GMT -8
"Well, I don't think the Ivelians liked me all that much," muses Gwen as she finishes the last bite of her bread and picks up another piece. "They called me all sorts of mean things. Not totally sure why," she continues, "but in any case, do you not always grow as a person? I mean, with every passing moment we're growing! Right now I'm growing! And also shrinking! And expanding! And so is everything and everyone else!"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2015 23:30:59 GMT -8
Clem sighed before leaning over to look at Rani.
"She means she's fucking breathing." He said bluntly before taking another sip of his ale.
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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 25, 2015 23:36:09 GMT -8
"Yes! Exactly! We are breathing, alive, changing, ebbing and flowing just like the universe!" exclaims Gwen, simultaneously misinterpreting two separate statements. She obliviously goes back to gnawing on her bread, thinking she's genuinely helped in some way.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2015 23:37:35 GMT -8
"Another ale, guy." Clem said as he wiggled the empty mug and placed some coin on the table.
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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 25, 2015 23:37:53 GMT -8
"Ahhh, well if ya put it dat way. Hahaha. I have grown, in that my ribs don't show anymore! Once I got out into civilization I started eating much betta." Rani pokes at her own abdomen and chuckles. She thinks of something and whispers it to Gwen, "He doesn't look like he grows much."
She covers her mouth to muffle herself cracking up. She grins, "I'm sorry, that is rude of me! But anyway, I like da way ya talk Gwen. I don't see why you would be called mean tings."
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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 25, 2015 23:45:18 GMT -8
"Oh, well, Clem just grows differently than everyone else. It's natural for his species! It also gives them a number of natural defensive advantages that taller people like us lack!" exclaims Gwen. Her thrush chirps at her, and she obligingly raises a finger up to her shoulder. The bird hops onto it and she lowers it down onto the table, where it hops over to the bread and pecks at it. Gwen watches him with interest, her heterochromic eyes following his movements.
"They called me mean things because they said the stuff I do is evil. I'm ready for that kind of thing, though. The coven back home told me people would be scared of me because of my abilities. I never really understood why; it doesn't seem all that rare here," says Gwen as she looks back over at Rani, smiling happily.
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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 25, 2015 23:52:25 GMT -8
"Oh? I had not thought of dat." Rani replies.
"Dats a shame. Ya certainly don't seem evil ta me!" Rani is still smiling, she notices the bird. "Who's dis?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2015 23:06:49 GMT -8
"That's Pippin, it's her familiar. Not too sure on how they met up though." Clem said as he rest his head on his hand. "The two never separate from what I remember."
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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 26, 2015 23:22:07 GMT -8
"Yup! Clem's got it! Pippin's my familiar, he teaches me about spells and things. He's also sort of mouthy sometimes, but that's okay, because only I can understand it!" says Gwen, smiling widely over at Rani. "We met in the forest one day. He thought it would be a good idea to go along with me, and I didn't mind his company either. Since then, we've been inseparable, as Clem just pointed out. Oh, and he's actually quite knowledgeable! Did you know he taught me how to speak Gnoll? Crazy, right?! Not sure when I'd ever use it, but more knowledge is always valuable!"
Gwen smiles down at the thrush and runs a finger over his crest. The bird ruffles its feathers appreciatively as it continues to peck away at her bread. There were certainly birds with worse lives than Pippin, even if he does follow an oblivious and slightly touched in the head witch.
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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 26, 2015 23:36:14 GMT -8
"Ahh, hello Pippin." Rani watches the bird for a little then returns attention to Gwen. "Spells? So are you a mage of some sort maybe? Myself I am a Shaman. I work with da elements under guidance of my ancestors, I talk to them and people usually don't believe me when I say so. Dats very nice ya got a smart little birdie with ya."
Rani laughs and re-adjusts her ponytail, making sure it wasn't too lose or tight.
"Uwa! Your eyes are funny! I mean- they are different colors! That's really neat." Rani gets kinda close while looking at Gwen's heterochromic eyes, but she backs up again realizing how awkward it is. She drinks more water from her cup.
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