Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238 
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
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Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Sept 17, 2015 16:10:56 GMT -8
As Artemis wrangles the drunks, Madame Naoki watches from her balcony. When her name is mentioned, she stands up and gives the intoxicated crowd a wave and a wink.
How easy it is to motivate people; the mere mention of my name gets them scrambling over each other to do menial labor.
With that, she turns and leaves the balcony though a curtain of beads, back into her room. Artemis would be up shortly, and she would discuss their next moves.
"I think it's about time we paid a visit to the Citadel."
As Naoki is speaking, she throws open the doors to her dresser, revealing a quantity of expensive outfits. She bites her lip, considering.
"What do you think I should wear?"
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Artemis
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 205
Physical Description: Artemis is a sturdily built woman of medium height, with blonde hair tied back in a professional bun. Clad in a sharp black business suit, with black tie, dress shirt, and gloves, her appearance is utterly unremarkable; save for a single, flawless, purple gem, set on a simple black ribbon, worn choker-style around her throat. Her demeanor is such that she blends seamlessly into the background of any situation when her services are not required.
Registered: Sept 13, 2015 6:26:06 GMT -8
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Post by Artemis on Sept 17, 2015 16:39:07 GMT -8
As Artemis wrangles the drunks, Madame Naoki watches from her balcony. When her name is mentioned, she stands up and gives the intoxicated crowd a wave and a wink. How easy it is to motivate people; the mere mention of my name gets them scrambling over each other to do menial labor.
With that, she turns and leaves the balcony though a curtain of beads, back into her room. Artemis would be up shortly, and she would discuss their next moves. "I think it's about time we paid a visit to the Citadel." As Naoki is speaking, she throws open the doors to her dresser, revealing a quantity of expensive outfits. She bites her lip, considering. "What do you think I should wear?" "I think the black gown, paired with those long black gloves, would present the desired effect," Artemis seamlessly enjoins, silently entering the room as she speaks. "Effortless seduction, while affording an air of respectability that only serves to increase the appeal. The unattainable is all the more desirable, is it not?" Artemis continues to a position close behind Naoki. In front of her, a well-polished mirror on the back of the wardrobe door frames an image of the two. A soft smile creeps across her lips. "We've come a long way, haven't we? Just about to expand our business, Grandma is off to liaise with kings, and we're about to go carve a path of sex and intrigue through the courts of one of one of the realm's largest cities." Her eyes soften with remembrance. "It wasn't so very long ago that you took the reins of a rather shady hole-in-the-wall, run by an old lady, a rheumatic bartender, and a mangy, sentient dog." |
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Skarlet
Widely Known
Princess Skarlet
Roleplay posts: 1,035
Age: 26 (7 as Skarlet)
Physical Description: Short, dark brown hair parted to the right with a dark red streak.
Red eyes.
Pale skin.
5'10" height.
Hourglass body shape.
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She is a vampire
Clothes and Equipment: A short, red dress with a bustier to match, lace filigree up the sides. Black trousers were paired beneath it with black boots that rose to the knee. Black, elbow-length gloves paired to match the boots.
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Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: May 29, 2015 14:10:30 GMT -8
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Post by Skarlet on Sept 17, 2015 17:26:24 GMT -8
The door to the room Skarlet was staying in squeaks open, the vampire's head peeking out. She steps out, avoiding bumping her arm into the doorframe. Skarlet felt like she needed to step out the room for a bit and also wanted to look around. She looked a little queasy.
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Deleted
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Registered: Nov 17, 2024 3:04:22 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2015 17:45:51 GMT -8
An absolutely hammered man wearing some sort of diving suit stumbles in, bumping against the doorframe. His face is barely visible behind the fogged glass of his helmet as he staggers over to the bar and leans against it. People start muttering. Who is this man? Why is he wearing a diving suit in a landlocked country? He climbs up onto a table, swaying slightly.
"I AM CORAL MOSS! ADVENTURER EXTRAORDINAIRE! I WAS GOING ON AN EXPEDITION TO THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA, BUT NONE OF YOU COWARDS WERE BRAVE ENOUGH TO COME WITH ME! YOU ARE THE REASON WE DON'T KNOW WHAT'S UNDER THERE! YOU'RE WEAK! PATHETIC!"
He topples and collapses on the table, sliding off onto the floor. Luckily, his helmet protects him from head injuries.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Sept 17, 2015 18:13:04 GMT -8
As Artemis wrangles the drunks, Madame Naoki watches from her balcony. When her name is mentioned, she stands up and gives the intoxicated crowd a wave and a wink. How easy it is to motivate people; the mere mention of my name gets them scrambling over each other to do menial labor.
With that, she turns and leaves the balcony though a curtain of beads, back into her room. Artemis would be up shortly, and she would discuss their next moves. "I think it's about time we paid a visit to the Citadel." As Naoki is speaking, she throws open the doors to her dresser, revealing a quantity of expensive outfits. She bites her lip, considering. "What do you think I should wear?" "I think the black gown, paired with those long black gloves, would present the desired effect," Artemis seamlessly enjoins, silently entering the room as she speaks. "Effortless seduction, while affording an air of respectability that only serves to increase the appeal. The unattainable is all the more desirable, is it not?" Artemis continues to a position close behind Naoki. In front of her, a well-polished mirror on the back of the wardrobe door frames an image of the two. A soft smile creeps across her lips. "We've come a long way, haven't we? Just about to expand our business, Grandma is off to liaise with kings, and we're about to go carve a path of sex and intrigue through the courts of one of one of the realm's largest cities." Her eyes soften with remembrance. "It wasn't so very long ago that you took the reins of a rather shady hole-in-the-wall, run by an old lady, a rheumatic bartender, and a mangy, sentient dog." Naoki sighs, and leans back into Artemis. "...You're right." Her eyes glaze over, as she stares into the mirror without seeing. "What a terrible world this is." The two stand there for a moment, and the din of the bar below can be heard faintly through the bead screen. The moment passes, and Naoki stands up and nods. "You're right, though. The black gown is the way to go. Especially since I've got the matching shoes. You should pack the bag, bring the usual stuff. We'll leave in a half hour." The two prepare for their trip. Madame Naoki changes into the aforementioned black gown with matching gloves and black leather shoes. Artemis packs the small messenger bag, and checks her weapons. Once the two are prepared, they leave without fanfare, headed to the Citadel.
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Kevin
Committed
Roleplay posts: 52 
Physical Description: Kevin is a non-descript man, dressed in a suit.
Registered: Sept 17, 2015 18:15:13 GMT -8
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Post by Kevin on Sept 17, 2015 18:21:20 GMT -8
An absolutely hammered man wearing some sort of diving suit stumbles in, bumping against the doorframe. His face is barely visible behind the fogged glass of his helmet as he staggers over to the bar and leans against it. People start muttering. Who is this man? Why is he wearing a diving suit in a landlocked country? He climbs up onto a table, swaying slightly. "I AM CORAL MOSS! ADVENTURER EXTRAORDINAIRE! I WAS GOING ON AN EXPEDITION TO THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA, BUT NONE OF YOU COWARDS WERE BRAVE ENOUGH TO COME WITH ME! YOU ARE THE REASON WE DON'T KNOW WHAT'S UNDER THERE! YOU'RE WEAK! PATHETIC!" He topples and collapses on the table, sliding off onto the floor. Luckily, his helmet protects him from head injuries. Kevin lets out a sigh, and waves at one of the bouncers, a burly, suit-clad, dreadlock-adorned Asiatic man, who begins to drag the stranger into a room into the back, where he can sleep it off. That problem dealt with, he resumes wiping down the bar. Just another day at the job... |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2015 18:30:23 GMT -8
Eventually, Coral wakes up in the back room with a splitting headache. He stumbles to the front and sits down heavily on a bar stool. He pulls off his helmet revealing a seven-day stubble on his face and a sable fedora on his head. He looks blearily at Kevin with bloodshot, tired eyes. "Howdy there, buddy. M'name's Coral. Could I get something for a hangover? I've got one beatin' on me head that would put down a bull mammoth. Have you ever seen a mammoth? Lovely creatures, you only see them up north nowadays. They don't taste too good, but they've got nice thick, warm hides and fur and beautiful tusks. Long trunks too. Nose trunks. Not swimming trunks. Ugh...just get me that hangover cure. If you don't have anything like that, vodka will do." He puts his head on the counter and groans. |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2015 20:49:14 GMT -8
Davous looks at the unfortunate seated next to him. "So. The ocean, eh? How did you get all the way here from the ocean...still wearing that?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2015 21:21:51 GMT -8
Coral looks up at the man next to him groggily, adjusting his hat.
"To be honest, friend...I have no goddamn clue. I was drunk as a Viking when his mother-in-law comes to visit. So...who're you? Where are you from? Nice wings, by the way."
He puts his head back down.
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Registered: Nov 17, 2024 3:04:22 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2015 21:45:21 GMT -8
Davous looks at the obviously insane or horribly, horribly drunk man and decides to take an undignified gulp of his wine before continuing. "Ah, thank you. I'm, ah, Davous. I'm from... Not here, really. We'll call it very, very far west and UP. What about you?"
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Registered: Nov 17, 2024 3:04:22 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2015 22:00:51 GMT -8
He looks up again, adjusting his hat.
"West. Faaaar west. West coast west. Little town called Greenfield. Lovely place. Lotta boats. Not like here. Haven't seen a boat all day. What's wrong with this place?"
He looks around.
"And where's that drink?"
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Kevin
Committed
Roleplay posts: 52
Physical Description: Kevin is a non-descript man, dressed in a suit.
Registered: Sept 17, 2015 18:15:13 GMT -8
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Post by Kevin on Sept 18, 2015 5:02:36 GMT -8
He looks up again, adjusting his hat. "West. Faaaar west. West coast west. Little town called Greenfield. Lovely place. Lotta boats. Not like here. Haven't seen a boat all day. What's wrong with this place?" He looks around. "And where's that drink?" Kevin scurries over from the other end of the bar, looking slightly disheveled. "Coming right up, sir." The man mixes a bewildering assortment of concoctions together, before finally setting down a glass full of a swirling black liquid oddly reminiscent of the night sky. "That's probably the best for what ails you, right there. It's a little house special called Midnight. Cool and refreshing. Shot of that'll even take the edge off of a Nightfyre hangover, and that's saying something." |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2015 5:45:25 GMT -8
"Thanks buddy."
Coral places a coin on the counter and takes the drink gratefully.. He takes a sip and lets out a long, contented sigh.
"Ahhhh...that's better. That is so much better. You're a lifesaver."
The explorer looks around curiously.
"So...where am I?"
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Kevin
Committed
Roleplay posts: 52
Physical Description: Kevin is a non-descript man, dressed in a suit.
Registered: Sept 17, 2015 18:15:13 GMT -8
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Post by Kevin on Sept 18, 2015 9:49:38 GMT -8
"Thanks buddy." Coral places a coin on the counter and takes the drink gratefully.. He takes a sip and lets out a long, contented sigh. "Ahhhh...that's better. That is so much better. You're a lifesaver." The explorer looks around curiously. "So...where am I?" "The Midnight Sun, sir! Finest bar and casino in the Free City," Kevin announces with a sweeping gesture. "Whatever form of recreation you desire, be it liquid, card, or flesh, we provide it, or can obtain it. The sun never sets on debauchery, after all," he adds with a smirk. |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2015 10:03:59 GMT -8
Coral sits bolt upright.
"The free city? Damn, how'd I get all the way over here? That just doesn't make sense."
He sighs.
"Maybe if I keep drinking I'll wander back...nah. Got any food?"
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Kevin
Committed
Roleplay posts: 52
Physical Description: Kevin is a non-descript man, dressed in a suit.
Registered: Sept 17, 2015 18:15:13 GMT -8
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Post by Kevin on Sept 18, 2015 11:10:50 GMT -8
"We've got the patron's favorite, the Black Mountain. Roasted chicken, served with a brown gravy and half a loaf of black bread, vegetables on the side for two silver extra. Katashima special's also popular, that's beef with rice noodles, in a savory sauce. We also serve your standard meats, a small selection of vegetables and fruit, stuff like that." Kevin pauses, and eyes him appraisingly, before leaning in slightly and dropping his voice a notch. "We're also willing to accommodate more... unique tastes, depending on what you prefer." He shrugs, and his demeanor returns to normal. "In all honesty, though, most people come here for the drinks. In that department, we have no equal throughout the realm."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2015 11:36:30 GMT -8
"The black mountain sounds delicious. I'll have that."
Coral pays, and finds that he's on his last coins.
"Say, know of any work for an explorer around here? With a waterproof suit? I'm not sure where my next meal's coming from."
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Kevin
Committed
Roleplay posts: 52
Physical Description: Kevin is a non-descript man, dressed in a suit.
Registered: Sept 17, 2015 18:15:13 GMT -8
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Post by Kevin on Sept 18, 2015 11:56:01 GMT -8
"The black mountain sounds delicious. I'll have that." Coral pays, and finds that he's on his last coins. "Say, know of any work for an explorer around here? With a waterproof suit? I'm not sure where my next meal's coming from." "No idea, personally. Not a whole lot of water near here." Kevin trails off in thought for a moment. "That suit looks pretty tough. If you're any good with a blade, you might find work, there's bound to be a sellsword outfit or two with contacts in this city. Other than that, maybe check with the herbalist that runs Green's Greens, she might need some underwater plant or some such, or you could stop by the citadel." As a serving girl sets Coral's food in front of him, another patron yells for Kevin. With an apologetic glance, he scurries off, leaving Coral to his meal. |
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Registered: Nov 17, 2024 3:04:22 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2015 11:59:44 GMT -8
"A herbalist? Underwater plants? I always did have a bit of a green thumb..."
Coral savors the food, knowing full well that it may be the best meal he's going to have for a while. As he eats, he looks around at the bar patrons. Drunks, party-ers, mercenaries...lovely place. When he's done, he gets up, grabs his helmet, and heads out for the plant shop.
[Exits to Green's Greens]
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Screwtape
Established
Roleplay posts: 22
Age: Unconfirmed
Physical Description: Screwtape's appearance is never agreed upon by those who dare pool their knowledge of him. Some say his hair is touched with grey, others mention his startling green eyes. What is agreed upon, however, is his compelling charisma and wickedly devilish smile.
Player's online availability : Fairly Often?
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 11:26:28 GMT -8
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Post by Screwtape on Sept 18, 2015 12:49:28 GMT -8
It's late. The light has gone out of the sky, and the stars shine on high. Their faraway light can't pierce the veil of villainy and soot below, forcing The Midnight Sun to employ several dozen foul smelling lanterns to lend light to its immediate surroundings. The rest of the block sleeps in inky shadows.
The usual crowds of drunkards and petty thieves skulk about, causing little in the way of an impact on their already less than sublime surroundings. A side door of The Midnight Sun clatters open, slipping light into the next door lot. A figure emerges, twirling a walking stick like a baton. The light from behind him catches the crystal inlaid in the handle, sending fragments of rainbow into the vacant lot. A score or so strong and able looking bodies follow behind him.
A small urchin, roused from their slumber in the alleyway across the street, peeks cautiously around the corner. The forms each strike a light, setting up a rough perimeter of torches at either end of the lot. They begin sweeping back and forth, picking up refuse and depositing it in the street. Then, shovels appear in their hands, clearing the dirt and rocks away.
The lead figure with the cane lounges lazily against the side of The Midnight Sun, smoking a pipe. He looks towards the alleyway and spies the small body hugging the wall. With a hearty wave, he snuffs out his pipe and reenters The Mightnight Sun.
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