Odric Belthron
Established
Roleplay posts: 15 
Age: Unkown.
Physical Description: Nothing can be seen behind his suit of armor
Clothes and Equipment: Full set of armor and a Lucrene Hammer
Player's online availability : Fairly often.
Registered: Sept 13, 2015 11:30:56 GMT -8
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Post by Odric Belthron on Sept 20, 2015 10:10:24 GMT -8
They return to find Coral smoking a pipe while sitting on what may be a very volatile and explosive box. He gets up and motions to snuff out his pipe on aforementioned box. "Oh, hi! I'm glad you could find somebody! Is he going to be the one to catch the boxes?" "Hello there! Sure thing, I'll head down right now." Odric goes over to the ladder and starts to climb down. |
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Registered: Nov 17, 2024 7:46:45 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2015 10:11:28 GMT -8
Coral look from Kate to the large suit of armor.
"Uh...howdy, partner. You wouldn't happen to have a rope on you, would you?"
Something is strange about this newcomer. It's not that he's wearing armor. Coral can't judge him for that, he's wearing a diving suit for crying out loud. No, it's something about the way he walks. He sounds...hollow.
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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 20, 2015 11:19:05 GMT -8
Skarlet hadn't realized he was just a suit a armor. "Uh, sure."
When Odric leaves she turns again to look around the place.
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Odric Belthron
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: Unkown.
Physical Description: Nothing can be seen behind his suit of armor
Clothes and Equipment: Full set of armor and a Lucrene Hammer
Player's online availability : Fairly often.
Registered: Sept 13, 2015 11:30:56 GMT -8
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Post by Odric Belthron on Sept 20, 2015 12:41:04 GMT -8
Coral look from Kate to the large suit of armor. "Uh...howdy, partner. You wouldn't happen to have a rope on you, would you?" Something is strange about this newcomer. It's not that he's wearing armor. Coral can't judge him for that, he's wearing a diving suit for crying out loud. No, it's something about the way he walks. He sounds...hollow. "I didn't bring any, but you can just hand it down to me. It won't be any trouble." |
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Registered: Nov 17, 2024 7:46:45 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2015 12:43:56 GMT -8
"Oh...alright then."
Coral grabs a box and passes it down to the armored man below.
"Nice armor, buddy. Where'd you get it?"
He picks up another box.
"What's your name? I'm Coral."
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Kate Green
Dedicated
Assessing the damage w/ Naoki
Roleplay posts: 309
Age: 19
Physical Description: Kate is built slenderly, but working in her gardens and on the field has defined her muscles. Her eyes shine with an amber hue and her silvery hair never seems to get dirty from the work she still insists on doing herself.
(Full Sized image: http://imgur.com/bJTWavF)
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a pink apron on her that has a simple square pattern. Underneath, brownish green pants and a black tube top. Many tools, such as a flower shovel, a small rake and a spray bottle, fit inside her pockets. A large red ribbon complements her hair.
When she was working at the Midnight Sun, she replaced her red ribbon with a black one she was gifted when she first joined. She also had a green dress, gifted to her by Naoki.
After being gone away for a long time, she has since expanded her wardrobe, and tends not to think about her clothes too much and follows whatever trends Naoki says are popular now.
Player's online availability : Consistently inconsistent
Registered: Sept 4, 2015 15:04:46 GMT -8
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Post by Kate Green on Sept 20, 2015 13:00:59 GMT -8
Kate oversees the handling of her goods, and nods approvingly. Once every box had been carefully let down the ladder, she would climb down herself.
"Nice work boys! Next you are gonna do the same thing, but in reverse!"
She would lead them on with the goods, until they reached the room which Hasdrubal had put aside for her.
[Enter Hasdrubal's Lair]
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Odric Belthron
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Age: Unkown.
Physical Description: Nothing can be seen behind his suit of armor
Clothes and Equipment: Full set of armor and a Lucrene Hammer
Player's online availability : Fairly often.
Registered: Sept 13, 2015 11:30:56 GMT -8
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Post by Odric Belthron on Sept 20, 2015 19:02:21 GMT -8
"Oh...alright then." Coral grabs a box and passes it down to the armored man below. "Nice armor, buddy. Where'd you get it?" He picks up another box. "What's your name? I'm Coral." "The name's Odric, and I've had this armor for a while. A good 10 years now, I think. I do replace it every 15 or so. Pleasure to meet you!" |
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Archangel Erik
Committed
Mortal body is deceased, His Spiritual presence is back where it belongs.
Roleplay posts: 57
Registered: Jun 18, 2015 19:41:24 GMT -8
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Post by Archangel Erik on Sept 20, 2015 20:55:58 GMT -8
A man walked in through the doors of the bar, seeming unarmed and wearing a blackened robe that stayed mostly in place, not moving around much. The hood that was on his head shadows his face for the most part. He walked towards the bar and sat down.
"What do you have here?"
He asked the bartender with a gruff voice.
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Registered: Nov 17, 2024 7:46:45 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2015 21:33:52 GMT -8
Davous looked over at the drinker. He looked a bit...off. The wizard could tell immediately that the patron was not a DEMON; he knew what those looked like, and this person didn't strike him as a criminal..
With that, he simply smiled at the man and offered his hand to shake. "M'name's Davous, what's yours?"
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Reese Cresno
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 130
Physical Description: Reese is a very skeletal man, albeit one dressed to impress. He has a very wide grin, as would be expected of a person whose face lacks a skin. His bones are well-polished indeed, sometimes catching and reflecting a bit of light. This is possibly achieved with a bit of glaze, as normal skeletons are rather dull and lackluster.
Clothes and Equipment: Reese is always dressed in an immaculate suit, complete with a fine ironwood walking stick. A small chain hangs out of a jacket pocket. Were one to yank it out, they would find an elaborate medallion bearing a single, glowing, silver-etched eye.
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 11:48:35 GMT -8
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Post by Reese Cresno on Sept 20, 2015 21:39:51 GMT -8
Reese was terribly embarrassed. With the escape of the young woman, a glaring hole in the security of the place had been brought to his attention. Mind, it was a good thing the girl had gotten away. Whatever Hasdrubal would have put her through surely wouldn't have been pleasant.
He had gone around the inner walls scratching and concealing runes, covering the bar, the basement, the rooms above, and even much of Hasdrubal's lab. The runes would deflect the prying of magical eyes, as well as alert Reese to the attempt at scrying. A second set was put just alongside them, locking the area in a solid dimensionality, barring portals from being opened into or from within. Only a small closet that Grandma often used to jump in and out was left unguarded, the second set of runes being left off.
Reese was now back in his office, tying the enchantment together. A newly-sketched map of the Midnight Sun sat before him, the perfect focus for his work. After several minutes of delicate, jaw-clattering work, the working was complete. He sagged back into his chair, rather relieved. It had taken quite a lot out of him, but the standard of security had been raised back to its high norm. The small closet required some basic defenses, but he thought it better to sit here for just a moment, to recover from the sapping of his life essence.
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Archangel Erik
Committed
Mortal body is deceased, His Spiritual presence is back where it belongs.
Roleplay posts: 57
Registered: Jun 18, 2015 19:41:24 GMT -8
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Post by Archangel Erik on Sept 20, 2015 21:54:03 GMT -8
He looked at the man, his face still covered in shadows. He didn't quite know why he would have been a person to talk to in a place like this, but he carried on as to not bring up suspicion.
"The name is Erik."
He went to shake his hand. He studied the man, learning somethings about him.
"Hmm...are you a wizard? What would someone of your stature be doing here?"
He took his hand back and rested it on the counter, the sounds of anguish as people lost money.
'What a sinful and pitiful place this is.'
He thought to himself.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2015 22:08:01 GMT -8
Davous took Erik's hand and shook it warmly, trying to study the garb of the man out of the corner of his eye to glean some sort of information.
"Nice to meet you! Yes, I am a wizard, indeed. I came in here because...well, my thirst needed slaking."
Seemingly oblivious to the fact that Erik now had his thoughts elsewhere, Davous went on. "And I'm not...esteemed, exactly. Not a criminal, mind! I'm just not, eh, renowned. It helps that I've spent fifteen years of my life learning practically nothing useful, just pages and pages of clerical 'nonsense' regarding demons. I'm sorry, I've let myself ramble. What is it you do?"
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Archangel Erik
Committed
Mortal body is deceased, His Spiritual presence is back where it belongs.
Roleplay posts: 57
Registered: Jun 18, 2015 19:41:24 GMT -8
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Post by Archangel Erik on Sept 20, 2015 22:29:58 GMT -8
He smiled a bit from under his hood, then frowned a bit. He studied the man a bit more and sighed when he asked what he did.
"My job is exterminating the unwanted.
He put it as vaguely as he could.
"Though....if I might advise.....I suggest letting the dead be. They are dead for a reason. They tend to not like being awoken from their supposed eternal slumber. As well with the demon stuff, I suggest using it only as defense against them."
He sighed and got up, not even touching his drink.
"I also suggest leaving as soon as possible. For your own good. Hope we meet again on better circumstances."
He started to walk off towards the back rooms and offices. In search of the people who worked here in shady business.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2015 22:42:05 GMT -8
"Oh. That must be a thankless job–" Davous heard the advice and frowned in thought, nodding. "Yeah, good words, makes sense really."
Then his holy pal got up! "Oh. Uh. Okay, then. Nice to meet you, I guess!"
Davous downed the last of his wine, wrinkled his nose, and watched the vigilante walk to the business end of the Midnight Sun.
"Peculiar fellow..." He spun around on his barstool and made for the door, before stopping at the exit. "Actually. I want to watch this."
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Reese Cresno
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 130
Physical Description: Reese is a very skeletal man, albeit one dressed to impress. He has a very wide grin, as would be expected of a person whose face lacks a skin. His bones are well-polished indeed, sometimes catching and reflecting a bit of light. This is possibly achieved with a bit of glaze, as normal skeletons are rather dull and lackluster.
Clothes and Equipment: Reese is always dressed in an immaculate suit, complete with a fine ironwood walking stick. A small chain hangs out of a jacket pocket. Were one to yank it out, they would find an elaborate medallion bearing a single, glowing, silver-etched eye.
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 11:48:35 GMT -8
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Post by Reese Cresno on Sept 20, 2015 22:57:22 GMT -8
Reese glanced quizzically into his mirror. From the sound of things, the gentleman downstairs knew of some sort of violence about to take place. Perhaps he even intended to cause it. The likelyhood of the latter only increased as he got up from the bar and started towards the back.
It was rather unfortunate that almost the entire family was currently out of the establishment. The public faces weren't here to talk to unexpected guests. That left the skullface.
Reese sighed. He supposed he'd just have to do the best he could. He pushed himself out of his chair and left his office, heading downstairs. In less than a minute, he met the man in a doorway.
"Greetings, my good fellow! You said your name was Erik, I believe. My name is Reese, Reese Cresno. It's a pleasure."
He extended his bony hand to shake.
"Tell me, why are you all the way back here? Most people tend to stay in the public front."
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Archangel Erik
Committed
Mortal body is deceased, His Spiritual presence is back where it belongs.
Roleplay posts: 57
Registered: Jun 18, 2015 19:41:24 GMT -8
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Post by Archangel Erik on Sept 20, 2015 23:11:15 GMT -8
He walked down farther into the building and held his hands out to his side's a bit. In his palms awoke balls of bright white fire, he started to light everything on fire as he walked towards the back of the building. He knew of the protects on here, but didn't know the exact function of them. He shrugged it off as the flame grew brighter and bigger, engulfing everything in its way without sign of stopping. His cloak started to brighten up as well, turning to a pure white. The shadow that caregiver his face was gone to reveal a perfect face with rich blue eyes and golden hair.
"The sinners here must pay for their crimes."
He said simply in a now angelic voice. This cause what he said to just be that more menacing. As he turned the corner, he stopped short of running into a skull headed man. He glared at the man when he started to talk.
"Yes, I am Erik. And It would be if we met under different circumstances, but I am here on business that need to be taken care of. Sadly enough, it would have to deal with this sinful place. Evil resides here and it must be sent back to where it came from. Would you happen to know anyone who would be pushing drugs at people....ones that kill them? What of a person who dissects people for the fun of it? Also a seductress of sorts? And don't bother in covering for them...it wouldn't be wise...."
He eyed the man's hand, not shaking it. The flames that he created burned behind him, though didn't seem to move to other things or particularly burn anything.
"How about this.....tell me where they are and I will let your bar be, with the condition of never letting things like this happen here again. If you don't agree, I kill them, you, and burn the bar to the ground. Your choice."
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Reese Cresno
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 130
Physical Description: Reese is a very skeletal man, albeit one dressed to impress. He has a very wide grin, as would be expected of a person whose face lacks a skin. His bones are well-polished indeed, sometimes catching and reflecting a bit of light. This is possibly achieved with a bit of glaze, as normal skeletons are rather dull and lackluster.
Clothes and Equipment: Reese is always dressed in an immaculate suit, complete with a fine ironwood walking stick. A small chain hangs out of a jacket pocket. Were one to yank it out, they would find an elaborate medallion bearing a single, glowing, silver-etched eye.
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 11:48:35 GMT -8
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Post by Reese Cresno on Sept 21, 2015 16:59:04 GMT -8
Reese withdrew his hand and sighed. It was a terrible pain, dealing with people he had no information on. He would just have to rely on guesswork.
"There's no need to cover for them. The drug-peddler is the same being that does the dissecting, and the seductress is currently out of the establishment. I'm afraid I will not be giving you further information on either of them, regardless of the cost."
He tucked his hands into his jacket pockets. "I will say that the seductress isn't the bad sort, and that the drug peddler... well, he's a work in progress. I am fully aware that much of what he does isn't moral in the slightest, but that's what makes him a challenge. I've been endeavoring to make him a halfway decent being."
Reese noted that the fire was slowly spreading, despite the various protections on the walls. Perplexing. He'd have to try to come to some sort of agreement more quickly.
"Of course, this would be a different matter if one of them has caused harm to you or your kin. If you have a personal cause for complaint, then you have my word that the situation will be brought to their attention. Though I realize it will likely fail to make up for whatever would have happened, such actions must have some sort of penalty. If you'll help me put out these fires, perhaps I can take you to meet either of them, talk things out, try to come to some settlement. What do you say?"
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Archangel Erik
Committed
Mortal body is deceased, His Spiritual presence is back where it belongs.
Roleplay posts: 57
Registered: Jun 18, 2015 19:41:24 GMT -8
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Post by Archangel Erik on Sept 21, 2015 17:18:27 GMT -8
He studied the man for a bit, contemplating the choices. Either set the whole place on fire and find them himself, continue with his choices, or growth his. From this left him little to choice from.....then first one is horrible because he had little knowledge on them so looking for them would be unpleasant and it would take forever to read each mind that came past here. The second choice still was a viable option as it was still something he could pull off. And as for the last....He needed to kill them and he picked who. If the seductress is as the man said, she wouldn't need to die just yet....and he would most likely go to her in order to have him not kill the other.
"True, they haven't done anything to my kind, but this is out of principle. The drug dealer will likely not change, seeing as he is not only drugging people, but killing for the fun by dissection. I can not have that stand and he must punish for his crime. There will be no talking it out.....sorry. So no on your offer, it will still be take me to him and I will set the fires out, or you won't take me to him and your bar burns to the ground, with you in or out of it. Depending if the entrance isn't blocked already. Your choice."
He said with authority, looking at the man.
"Also....are you undead? Are you just a corpse?"
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Reese Cresno
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 130
Physical Description: Reese is a very skeletal man, albeit one dressed to impress. He has a very wide grin, as would be expected of a person whose face lacks a skin. His bones are well-polished indeed, sometimes catching and reflecting a bit of light. This is possibly achieved with a bit of glaze, as normal skeletons are rather dull and lackluster.
Clothes and Equipment: Reese is always dressed in an immaculate suit, complete with a fine ironwood walking stick. A small chain hangs out of a jacket pocket. Were one to yank it out, they would find an elaborate medallion bearing a single, glowing, silver-etched eye.
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 11:48:35 GMT -8
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Post by Reese Cresno on Sept 21, 2015 19:02:09 GMT -8
"That's a complicated question. I am not undead in the traditional sense. My soul has passed on. This is just my old body, with a reasonable facsimile of the mind I once had placed within. It was my guarantee that I'd be able to watch over and protect the people I cared something about, even after death. My old values hold true, and I still have a voracious desire to learn. But as for the rest..."
He paused for a second. "I chose a harsh sort of immortality, if you can even call it that."
Reese was silent for a few moments more, then shrugged.
"Ah well. Do the best we can with what we have, right? I know Hasdrubal will want to see you, so I'll happily lead you to him. If you'll put out the fire, we'll head right over."
Assuming that the fellow does indeed snuff his flames, Reese leads him towards the lab.
Hey, Hasdrubal! Visitor for you. Rather hostile, too. I'd get things ready for him.
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Shezmu
New
Roleplay posts: 1
Physical Description: Shezmu is a short, curvy, pale-skinned woman with long, light brown hair. She wears an armored chestpiece with diamond-shaped knobbling on the front and a skirt, short in front, that flows down to drag the ground as she walks. She wears no shoes. On her back, she carries a strange-looking staff nearly as long as she is, branching out into a sort of semicircular array at the top. At the moment, its polished, dark brown wood glistens dully in the light. At her right hip is slung a large leather-bound tome, closed with a heavy silver latch that looks like it could be locked. At her other hip, the gold-inlaid wooden hilt of a short dagger is visible.
Registered: Sept 21, 2015 18:34:17 GMT -8
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Post by Shezmu on Sept 21, 2015 19:16:41 GMT -8
Deep within the bowels of the basement, far away from the madness of Hasdrubal's haunts, there lies a spacious, stone-lined vaulted chamber, some 100 by 50 feet. Candles on the walls and floating in the air burn with a faintly purple fire, casting an eerie light on the interior. At one end a bed, separated from the room by a set of ornately carved movable wooden panels, rests on rich carpets. A paper strewn desk and comfortable-looking high-backed chair stand on another plush carpet adjacent to the other. There ends any small sense of normalcy.
The majority of the room is dedicated to a huge ritual circle, constrained by an unbroken circular band of obsidian set into the large stone bricks of the floor. Jagged glyphs, vaguely painful to look at, circle and weave in ranks and files inside their cage. Lines and circles and ritual forms dance in between them. If one were to look at them, they would see the lines and glyphs fade and flow and reform, time and time again, in myriad different arrangements. Throughout it all, one thing holds constant: a single, terrible symbol in the exact center. It exudes a constant feel of something other, something somehow fundamentally wrong.
The opposite end of the room from the bed is given over to a Zen pebble garden. Rocks dot perfectly-raked gravel, all surrounding a large circular pool, filled with a mirror-smooth, coppery-smelling crimson liquid. On a stone plinth in the middle of this pool perches a woman, clad only in runes daubed onto her skin with some kind of gelid red paint. In her lap, between her palms, a red orb slowly floats, rippling and pulsing periodically. Her breathing is slow and even. She would almost seem to be asleep.
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