Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
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She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Sept 13, 2015 12:35:33 GMT -8
Grandma smiles as Tick enters the room. She pats him on the head affectionately as he walks over to her.
"Well, I assume you are prepared, it may be a bit dangerous, but we can always exit if needed."
Without further ado, she enters the portal.
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Tick
Established
Roleplay posts: 20 
Age: N/A
Physical Description: A mix between a Saint Bernard, a werewolf, and OHMAGOSH WHAT IS THAT THING.
Clothes and Equipment: Left ear has a piercing with a small red gem set in it.
Has a saddlebag/backpack for carrying things.
Player's online availability : Weekends
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 11:05:12 GMT -8
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Post by Tick on Sept 13, 2015 12:37:20 GMT -8
Grandma smiles as Tick enters the room. She pats him on the head affectionately as he walks over to her. "Well, I assume you are prepared, it may be a bit dangerous, but we can always exit if needed." Without further ado, she enters the portal. Tick grunts in reply and follows Grandma into the portal. |
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Lamina Manira
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 504
Age: 14
Physical Description: Complexion: Fair.
Build: Petite
Eyes: Emerald green.
Hair: Dark brown, just past shoulder length, choppy with a small sidelong left tie of hair, similar to ponytail or topknot, tied from the left side of her head.
Distinguishable markings: Horizontal scar, left shoulder.
Clothes and Equipment: - Knee-length, sleeveless black dress of a slightly thick, padded fabric.
- Black leggings for lightweight and modest cover.
- Leather belts around waist and chest for tying clothing and hoisting weaponry.
- Black leather boots that guard just past the ankles and protected at the toe by exterior metallic steel plating.
- Varied colored bangles of metal, 3 on the right forearm and 4 on the left.
- Long red ribbon tied around left elbow to hang freely. Has sentimental value.
- Thread of assorted beads that tie hair. Has sentimental value.
- Red feather worn with tied hair. Has sentimental value.
- Sometimes a mortuary sword, sheathed at her left hip.
Player's online availability : Usually evenings.
Registered: Apr 30, 2015 7:48:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lamina Manira on Sept 13, 2015 15:42:43 GMT -8
The girl enters the establishment right after their departure. She looks a little lost, clearly not from this city, but takes a seat at the bar where she could negotiate the purchase of something to drink..
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Deleted
Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 16, 2024 6:42:19 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2015 16:05:59 GMT -8
Hasdrubal immediately steps in fron of her, leaning over the bar.
"Good day to you, madame. What might i get for you this evening? I personally recommend Heartbreak, my signature blend! First one is always on the house!"
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Lamina Manira
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 504
Age: 14
Physical Description: Complexion: Fair.
Build: Petite
Eyes: Emerald green.
Hair: Dark brown, just past shoulder length, choppy with a small sidelong left tie of hair, similar to ponytail or topknot, tied from the left side of her head.
Distinguishable markings: Horizontal scar, left shoulder.
Clothes and Equipment: - Knee-length, sleeveless black dress of a slightly thick, padded fabric.
- Black leggings for lightweight and modest cover.
- Leather belts around waist and chest for tying clothing and hoisting weaponry.
- Black leather boots that guard just past the ankles and protected at the toe by exterior metallic steel plating.
- Varied colored bangles of metal, 3 on the right forearm and 4 on the left.
- Long red ribbon tied around left elbow to hang freely. Has sentimental value.
- Thread of assorted beads that tie hair. Has sentimental value.
- Red feather worn with tied hair. Has sentimental value.
- Sometimes a mortuary sword, sheathed at her left hip.
Player's online availability : Usually evenings.
Registered: Apr 30, 2015 7:48:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lamina Manira on Sept 13, 2015 16:12:18 GMT -8
The girl he greeted was no older than fourteen, though armed with a mortuary sword at her left hip and carrying herself as confident and independent, she hoped she wouldn't encounter any problems due to the nature of the establishment.
"Heartbreak? Sounds sweet, I'll try it."
The girl smiled up at him.
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Deleted
Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 16, 2024 6:42:19 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2015 18:35:30 GMT -8
Hasdrubal quickly juggles fifteen different concoctions, adding precise amounts of each to a mixer. After vigorously shaking the resulting blend, he pours it out into a glass. The resulting fluid is smooth and blood red. Heartbreak has no specific flavor, as no two people can agree on what it tastes like. The only thing they can agree on is that it tastes excellent.
"Your drink, madame. I'm sure after the first taste, you won't be able to live without it!"
With that, he leaves the bar to his assistant Kevin, and approaches Nakoi.
"Nakoi, it is my intention to go off on a harvesting expedition. I should be a no more than a day or two, and you certainly know how to contact me if something should come up. Just have Grandma throw me a portal."
He taps his face plate meaningfully, and strides out of the bar, headed for the city gates.
OOC: When Hasdrubal is not present, I'll post as Kevin.
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Lamina Manira
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 504
Age: 14
Physical Description: Complexion: Fair.
Build: Petite
Eyes: Emerald green.
Hair: Dark brown, just past shoulder length, choppy with a small sidelong left tie of hair, similar to ponytail or topknot, tied from the left side of her head.
Distinguishable markings: Horizontal scar, left shoulder.
Clothes and Equipment: - Knee-length, sleeveless black dress of a slightly thick, padded fabric.
- Black leggings for lightweight and modest cover.
- Leather belts around waist and chest for tying clothing and hoisting weaponry.
- Black leather boots that guard just past the ankles and protected at the toe by exterior metallic steel plating.
- Varied colored bangles of metal, 3 on the right forearm and 4 on the left.
- Long red ribbon tied around left elbow to hang freely. Has sentimental value.
- Thread of assorted beads that tie hair. Has sentimental value.
- Red feather worn with tied hair. Has sentimental value.
- Sometimes a mortuary sword, sheathed at her left hip.
Player's online availability : Usually evenings.
Registered: Apr 30, 2015 7:48:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lamina Manira on Sept 13, 2015 19:09:24 GMT -8
"Thank you!"
She happily indulges in the Heartbreak, sitting at the bar for awhile while she enjoyed the complex, layered flavors of the drink she'd been mixed. Inebriation would creep in..
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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 13, 2015 19:56:04 GMT -8
Screwtape stands over the Blackjack table, counseling a young man silently weeping into a sopping handkerchief. It appears that the poor chap has gone and lost a comely fortune on a particularly rough evening. In the midst of working out alternative payment methods, we join the duo at the table.
"There, there. My dear Sir, I simply do not see your objections to this scintillating offer! What use is that soul to you anyway? It weighs you down with a sense of morality in this life and worries of your eternal rest in the next. This burden prompts you to manage trivial affairs of your conscience and sins." Screwtape waves the card dealer away, indicating that the despondent man before him requires some time alone.
"Simply sign here, my good man, and you'll be on your way to a lifetime of ease. Your mortal coil will not even be able to tell what it has willingly given up."
Screwtape presents a contract inscribed on heavy parchment and slowly pushes it before the man. He has finally ceased sobbing. With a final snort into the kerchief, the debtor locks eyes with his savior.
"Mr. Screwtape, sir. I've heard that you shan't get into Judgment without a soul. I'm not to keen on..."
A shaking head halts him mid thought. "My good man, would you enjoy attending Judgment in your current state? A gambler, given to philandering, drunkenness. You begin to see the picture here. You can escape that punishment now, today. Not only is your debt gone now, but you need not worry about accruing further stains on your soul."
In a few moments, the necessary paperwork is done. Signatures written in blood, multiple copies signed over. Screwtape smiles angelically and escorts the empty shell of a man towards the bar.
“Enjoy yourself, friend. You’ll find a whole new world before you now.”
Screwtape leaves the man to his own vices. His newest acquisition sparkles and shines in the small bottle within his hand. This soul was a good one, the soul of a poet and a lover! What a marvelous price it should fetch. The paperwork is filed appropriately, the soul placed among its fellows.
Screwtape makes his way out of the vault underneath his office and over to his desk. He lounges contentedly, pushing the piles of documents off to one side to make room for his feet. With his understandings properly sorted, Screwtape relaxes. It’s all good business, dealing in souls. Most men give their immortal essence for a song. A few thousand gold in a game of Blackjack was far, far below the market price for the soul of a poet!
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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 13, 2015 21:53:44 GMT -8
As a particular patron enters the Midnight Sun, Madame Naoki takes note. This particular gentleman, known as Mr. Juan C. Ruben, according to Mr. Cresno, was once an engineer of some note. He had once worked on building construction in The White City and around Aaedan, before getting involved in a nasty scandal with the daughter of some duke. He was exiled, and came to The Free City, where he had been a frequent patron of the Midnight Sun over the past month or so. His talents would prove useful.
She watches as he sits down at his usual table, and shares a few drinks with some of his new friends. Nakoi idly twirls her tail around an unoccupied chair, passing the time, and observing Mr. Ruben. He seems to be fairly acclimated to the setting of the Midnight Sun, and a big fan of the Dragon's Breath cocktail.
Deciding the time is right to make her move, she saunters up behind Mr. Ruben, and taps him on the right shoulder with his tail. He turns his head to the right, while Naoki leans over to his left. He spins back around, and is surprised to see her there.
He stutters, "M-m-Madame Naoki!".
As he looks into her eyes, he finds himself over his inital surprised, and actually feeling quite calm, even a bit aroused. "Wh- What can I do for you?"
She twitches her ear in a playful way, and purrs a bit as she speaks, "I have some business with you, Mr. Rrruben. If you would, please, accompany me to my office."
"O- Of course." He gets up, winks to his buddies, and follows Madame Nakoi up the steps to her office on the third floor. As he goes, his buddies mutter to themselves about what he might be up to, but soon forget, and continue enjoying their drinks.
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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 14, 2015 8:44:17 GMT -8
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Lamina Manira
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 504
Age: 14
Physical Description: Complexion: Fair.
Build: Petite
Eyes: Emerald green.
Hair: Dark brown, just past shoulder length, choppy with a small sidelong left tie of hair, similar to ponytail or topknot, tied from the left side of her head.
Distinguishable markings: Horizontal scar, left shoulder.
Clothes and Equipment: - Knee-length, sleeveless black dress of a slightly thick, padded fabric.
- Black leggings for lightweight and modest cover.
- Leather belts around waist and chest for tying clothing and hoisting weaponry.
- Black leather boots that guard just past the ankles and protected at the toe by exterior metallic steel plating.
- Varied colored bangles of metal, 3 on the right forearm and 4 on the left.
- Long red ribbon tied around left elbow to hang freely. Has sentimental value.
- Thread of assorted beads that tie hair. Has sentimental value.
- Red feather worn with tied hair. Has sentimental value.
- Sometimes a mortuary sword, sheathed at her left hip.
Player's online availability : Usually evenings.
Registered: Apr 30, 2015 7:48:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lamina Manira on Sept 14, 2015 9:04:09 GMT -8
The girl hops down from the bar awhile after finishing her drink, slipping out the door and trying to remain unnoticed.
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Deleted
Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 16, 2024 6:42:19 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2015 10:12:52 GMT -8
A shadow in a murky corner of the room watches Lamina leave. One could, if they had the ability to distinguish a shadow from a shadow, notice that this shadow was gazing at the entrance to the bar, watching all comers and goers. The shadow invisibly slips to the office of Cresno, apparently without even opening the door. I tire of watching the humans. Do you have anything to give me that is not boring? |
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 16, 2024 6:42:19 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2015 10:51:35 GMT -8
Hasdrubal returns, pockets heavy with gold.
"Amazing how few thugs you find when you go looking!"
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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 14, 2015 11:15:52 GMT -8
The door of Madame Naoki's office shuts with a soft clink of the lock, as Mr. Ruben stumbles away down the stairs, swerving left and right.
Madam Naoki straightens her dress, and sighs contentedly of a job well done. Mr. Ruben would be lending his skills to The Midnight Sun for the foreseeable future. The next step was to organize labor parties and find someone to act as the foreman. But that could wait. Mr. Ruben would need time to draw up the plans, and it was just about dusk already, and the night is no suitable time for construction. The Botanist was supposed to arrive soon, anyway.
She makes her way down the flights of stairs, and watches as Mr. Ruben trips over his own foot and tumbles down the last few steps, landing on his face with a loud crash. She continues down the steps, and steps over him, the wood of her sandal stretching the skin on his bald head.
She makes her way over to her usual spot on the small balcony overlooking the door, and joins Artemis in awaiting the arrival of The Botanist.
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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 14, 2015 11:29:54 GMT -8
Kate had been making her way toward The Midnight Sun for a while now. The way she planned turned out to be longer than expected, as she had to avoid the main roads in order not to be seen.
She was wearing her brown jacket and a caped green hood which hid her silvery hair almost perfectly. Her amber eyes darted around nervously as she crossed the street To The Midnight Sun. She stopped besides the door, and waited for the one who answered her plea.
Going inside alone... She bit her nails. I don't want to think about it...
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 16, 2024 6:42:19 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2015 11:32:12 GMT -8
From the shadows walked Marcus Thales with his daughter, holding his hand and walking beside him. He looked up and gave Kate a wave.
"Yo! Still need some help?" He asked with a smile. "Never been here before, is it new?"
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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 14, 2015 11:39:37 GMT -8
The door of Madame Naoki's office shuts with a soft clink of the lock, as Mr. Ruben stumbles away down the stairs, swerving left and right. Madam Naoki straightens her dress, and sighs contentedly of a job well done. Mr. Ruben would be lending his skills to The Midnight Sun for the foreseeable future. The next step was to organize labor parties and find someone to act as the foreman. But that could wait. Mr. Ruben would need time to draw up the plans, and it was just about dusk already, and the night is no suitable time for construction. The Botanist was supposed to arrive soon, anyway. She makes her way down the flights of stairs, and watches as Mr. Ruben trips over his own foot and tumbles down the last few steps, landing on his face with a loud crash. She continues down the steps, and steps over him, the wood of her sandal stretching the skin on his bald head. She makes her way over to her usual spot on the small balcony overlooking the door, and joins Artemis in awaiting the arrival of The Botanist. As Madame Naoki approaches, Artemis acknowledges her with a small nod, waiting until the other woman comes alongside her to say anything. "I would say you should freshen up after your... discussions, but I think we both know the patrons actually like it." As she scans the floor, her eyes fall on a serving girl getting harassed by a group of very drunken men. With a frown, she notices the black ribbon and red gem on the girl's wrist, and signals another bouncer to deal with the situation. "The herbalist should be here shortly. We'll have to make sure Hasdrubal doesn't get his hands on her. I don't know if he can keep his... urges in check." |
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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 14, 2015 11:42:32 GMT -8
He brought her daughter? Gosh, I hope he knows what he's doing.
"Yeah, I... Think it is." Kate took of her hood and looked at Marcus. Her eyes were sparkling in the dimming light, but were filled with uncertainty, and a hint of fear. She smiled ever so slightly. "Thank you for coming. I appreciate it."
She clasped her hands together nervously. "Do you think it's a good idea to bring your daughter... If she runs off she might get lost in there. Or worse." Kate looked at the ground. "I mean, you were supposed to keep me safe..." Ouch! I hope he doesn't get the wrong idea...
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 16, 2024 6:42:19 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2015 11:44:55 GMT -8
He laughed.
"Who do you think keeps me safe? Trust me, Eli's got you covered. Especially with a couple of these...." He said as he pulled out two small potions from his satchel. He wiggled them in front of Elicia who looked up at him silently.
"Barkskin and Enlarge Person. Think we'll need something else?" Marcus asked her. Elicia nodded.
"Right, Magic Claw, that's always a show stopper....pretty sure I have that in here too..." He said as he felt around in his bag.
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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 14, 2015 12:00:00 GMT -8
Now that he mentioned it, Eli didn't seem like an ordinary girl... At least, not like any girl Kate knew of... Those golden eyes seemed eerie, not to mention she had yet to hear her speak.
"I trust you. Let's go." No unnecessary chit-chat was necessary. Kate was frightened by this place, and wanted to go home... She opened door inside, to the sounds and sights of the establishment.
The gaudy hallway split into two, one reeking of alcohol, the other carrying sounds of chips exchanging owners.
Hasdrubal said he'd meet me over a drink, so I suppose I'll go to the bar first.
Making sure Marcus was not far behind, she entered the right hallway with cautious steps.
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