Demonlady Zuu of The Fallen
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Roleplay posts: 72 
Age: Uncalculable
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She stands at about four feet, eleven inches tall, a bit shorter than average. She has long, silky, brilliantly red and wavy hair that cascades down her back. Her eyes are a deep, fiery orange, and are filled with a tons of energy and cheeriness, though there is a great madness and danger deep, deep inside, if one looks hard enough. Her skin, while smooth and without a single blemish, is deathly pale, clashing greatly with her brilliantly coloured hair and eyes. Her teeth are clean and white, and her two canines are quite a bit longer and much sharper than the average, looking very dangerous. She has long, elegant fingers tipped by short, blood red-painted nails, the glossy polish shimmering in the slightest light, which extend into claws for battle. Perhaps the most eye-drawing feature on her, however, is her wings. Comparatively huge and coloured a beautifully iridescent crimson as brilliant as her hair, they stretch out wide when opened, and the tips drag on the ground when they’re not. She doesn’t appear to mind, however, having learned long ago how to cope. While she certainly is not the curviest of females, she still has a pleasant body, with an underwhelming, yet somehow elegant-seeming bosom, very slight hourglass figure, and an effeminate waistline and tone backside. Her arms and legs are both slim but well-toned, speaking of a life of activity and healthy -- if not extremely frequent -- eating. On the side of her neck is a long, slim tattoo of an angry-looking black serpent, curving with the contours of her throat.
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Zuu wears no armour and wields no weaponry. Instead, she uses her charming aura left over from when she was an angel to fool her victims into complacency before rabidly tearing them apart. She is much faster than your average vampire due to her slight figure and light weight. She tends toward quick, overwhelming strikes when battling rather than heavy one-hit destruction. She doesn't use weaponry, instead preferring to stick to shapeshifting and her natural nail-claws and fangs for battle. She is able to employ illusions and glamours to fool those who would hunt her down into thinking she is a simple farm girl, or a true angel, or whatever it is she feels she needs. She is known as the "Red Death" for her tendency to seek out and eliminate any survivors of her battles, even if they're on the run.
Registered: Sept 22, 2015 10:11:12 GMT -8
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Post by Demonlady Zuu of The Fallen on Nov 9, 2015 21:59:57 GMT -8
Zuu wakes up feeling incredibly weak, as is to be expected after a long regeneration of near-fatal wounds, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. That's when she hears the jangling of the chains and the weight upon her wrists. Her vision clears and she looks around herself, her eyes narrowing. This was not somewhere friendly, clearly. Her anger boils up to the surface almost immediately, and she lets out a feral and inhuman roar, throwing herself away from the bed with all her might, causing the metal of the floor to creak and groan in protest, and the chains to snap taut. She's too weak to break the bindings, and so after a few tries, she simply falls flat back onto the bed, cursing her ineptitude. She should be able to break from these weak mundane bonds...are they mundane? She can't even tell. Her energy was all expended on keeping her body alive while the other daemon did his work. Then, the door creaks open and closes just as quickly, and she hears the sound of clicking locks, her glowing orange eyes flashing as she stares through the darkness. It's a New Moon, and the room is pitch black, but her vampiric roots allow her to see through the veil of night and stare directly at Screwtape. His words brush through her enraged mind like a gentle breeze through a field of grass, but before long it rights itself, and she springs from the bed at breakneck speed, aiming to tackle Screwtape to the floor with an animalistic growl. "You thought you could contain me? You will DIE for your hubris!" she yells, her voice not of one being but of two speaking in tandem; her regular, high-pitched and girlish voice harshly contrasted by a deeper, daemonic voice that would strike terror into the heart of a mortal man. Despite her weakness, she's still quite strong in comparison to a mundane being, and she uses all her strength to try and knock Screwtape to the ground so she can steal his lifeforce for herself. There is something...different -- perhaps too kind a word -- about this human, but it doesn't give her any pause. She's dealt with more powerful beings before, she'll do it again now. She is strong now, and no one can stop her. Or so she thinks... "Pride is only a fault if one is wrong, dear heart." Screwtape manages to quip as the daemon form hurtles through the air towards him. Such an opponent would not merit any more zingers, he realizes with disappointment. Best to get the fighting over and done with. Screwtape anticipates the impact, but is slightly behind in actually planting his feet beneath himself. Zuu hits him like a runaway carriage lead by a team of overzealous steeds. Something in the back of Screwtape's mind awakens. Dark and abhorrent memories of a place beyond this, the intangible thoughts of a war far greater and terrible. That was a fight destined to be lost. Today there was only one angel, a fallen one at that, and Screwtape was free to dictate his own role. This day was winnable. That day was not. The Tempter slams into the wall with a grunt of alarm. His right leg deftly strikes the back of Zuu's unprotected knees with a keen application of force, staggering her slightly. Screwtape follows up by ducking out of her reach to the right, but not before earning a rake of claws across his chest for the effort. He lowers his shoulder and lunges towards the patient. If Screwtape could knock them both out of the window, he could draw the fight away from the Midnight Sun. In Zuu's reckless onslaught, she's completely unable to defend against Screwtape's tackle, and with his all too surprising strength she's staggered and sent flying out the window, his shoulder slammed against her stomach. If she required breath, he'd have knocked the wind out of her, but she rights herself soon after they're sent flying and wraps her arm about Screwtape's throat as they soar through the air, assuring he doesn't disengage when they land. |
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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 Nov 10, 2015 19:59:10 GMT -8
"Wait, why was an Archangel here? They don't come around for drinks, I'm sure." Ronin said, taken aback as he took a sip of his drink. I wish they hadn't killed it. The values that could be obtained from interrogating it..."Well, the old place still looks better than every other dunghole around it, else I wouldn't be here getting my drinks." Ronin swept the moons off the table and slipped them into a pouch, before tucking the pouch away. He nodded to Skarlet in greeting, having only seen her once or twice in here before. Then, noticing her arm, he asked inquisitively, "Your arm. What happened?" Raising his glass,he took a sip, sighing appreciatively at the cold, chilling drink. Kevin shrugs. "Beats me. We probably offended his delicate archangel sensibilities somehow. Gambling, drinks, beautiful women..." "Fun," he adds wryly. |
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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 Nov 10, 2015 23:16:45 GMT -8
"Your arm. What happened?" Raising his glass,he took a sip, sighing appreciatively at the cold, chilling drink. "Huh? Oh, my arm. It was cut off in a fight. I can almost use it again." Skarlet strains to lift it up and she wriggles her fingers. "I got an infection in my wound and that made me sick for a while, so I stayed in my room. But I'm better now." |
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Cyronin the Blue
Committed
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 28
Physical Description: Trying.
Clothes and Equipment: https://imgur.com/a/sIpRe
Player's online availability : Often?
Registered: Nov 9, 2015 2:04:16 GMT -8
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Post by Cyronin the Blue on Nov 10, 2015 23:32:14 GMT -8
"Your arm. What happened?" Raising his glass,he took a sip, sighing appreciatively at the cold, chilling drink. "Huh? Oh, my arm. It was cut off in a fight. I can almost use it again." Skarlet strains to lift it up and she wriggles her fingers. "I got an infection in my wound and that made me sick for a while, so I stayed in my room. But I'm better now." "Your arm got... cut off? But... it's... it's right-" Cyronin felt confused, but made no issue. "You're lucky to be alive, if it got infected. I saw an infection kill a man who lost a leg in... well, the infection slowly spread up his body, leaving dead, white flesh in its wake. As I said, you're lucky. And lucky to be better, too." He raised his glass, saying, "To good health," and nodding to her. |
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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 Nov 11, 2015 0:26:25 GMT -8
"Yeah, I got it put back on, I'm a fast healer." Skarlet points at the scar around her bicep where it was cut, it went all the way around. When he made a toast to her health she shrugged, "Sure, thanks."
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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 Nov 11, 2015 9:42:32 GMT -8
Up in his office, Reese was reviewing his employee's memory from the earlier stalking assignment. He had played through it six times, failing to notice any errors in performance that would have lead to her discovery.
A variety of physical changes had been made between each encounter. Beyond facial features, height had been adjusted through the use of filling in her boots, gait shifted through the slope of said filling, posture consciously altered, and the voice being roughened or softened with a series of liquids. To put it bluntly, he couldn't figure out how Skarlet had seen through it so easily. Mighty impressive, though.
As he set it in motion for the seventh time, the woman whose eyes it came from let out a sigh.
"Give it a rest, will you? You're not going to find anything new this time around."
Though skulls weren't exactly the most expressive canvas to paint emotions on, Reese still managed to look taken aback.
"This is a matter of professional pride! It took me weeks to realize you were shadowing me, back in the day. She did it in within an hour."
Any response she would have made was swallowed by a massive yawn. With a twinge of something that might have been guilt, the skeleton realized that he had kept his fleshy worker around a bit too long.
"All right, all right. I'll just take the easy way out; I'll ask her. Good night."
As the woman left, Reese tapped his medallion. Oi, Skarlet. Are you currently busy? If not, I'd really appreciate if you'd stop by for a chat. I have a couple of questions.
He kicked back in his chair, awaiting a response.
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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.
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/fc/1f/57/fc1f579fbc12ece8a7cf0af63c6945e9.jpg
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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 Nov 11, 2015 12:50:23 GMT -8
"Hm?" Skarlet was surprised to hear Reese Cresno, she hadn't actually made use of this thing before. She tap on the jewel on her necklace and responds, "Okay." "Bye." She says to Cyronin and Kevin and heads to Reese's office. She'd knock twice before entering. "Yes, Reese? What did you need?" Skarlet took a seat in the office and looked forward at the skeleton man. |
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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 Nov 11, 2015 16:30:00 GMT -8
The soul broker considers. "What will happen if I surrender my collection? Will I get all my souls back, in the same condition? Will I have to adhere to regulations concerning collecting the souls themselves? Will I be imprisoned, or fined? What? What will happen, pray tell, if my souls don't pass inspection?" He looms over Screwtape menacingly, although he's not at all menacing with his blank white mask. "Tell me, sir, or I won't comply. I'll run off. You demons and your bureaucracy. You'll never get the paperwork to chase me." "Barring any oddities, which are all so clearly defined on the paper you neglected to read, you will get everything back. If you have been in error, then I am quite afraid that, yes, there will be punishment. There must always be reparation for wrongdoing. Especially in regard to ignorance. But nothing too egregious, I assure you!" Screwtape gestures to a table nearby, padding over to it and producing the same paper as before from his pocket. It has returned to its original size, showing no damage or new crease marks from its rough treatment before. Screwtape sits. "In simple terms, anything contrary to our regulations has the one at fault stripped of their entire stock of souls and all equipment that could be used for soul extraction, trade, or any sundry thing as outlined in the thirteenth chapter, section 5a, following paragraphs XVI through XX. As for non-physical matters, your soul is to be considered for reparation, depending on the nature of the violations. Eternal indentured servitude is a popular route many of those found guilty take." He looks into the dull eyes of the broker. A smile slowly grows upon the face of the Tempter. "However, from you manner, I see something in you. I like it. You have a tenacity equivalent to mine own when it comes to collecting souls. I tell you this as a fellow enthusiast, you see. The Lowerarchy also admires such dedication and will reward it accordingly. Tell me, what else do you do, aside from garner souls? Do you have a family? Friends?" |
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The Soul Broker
Established
Roleplay posts: 30
Age: Eons
Physical Description: The soul broker is not particularly human-shaped. What's the point? He does business in his natural form, a rather shapeless mass with a large white mask. He "stands" about seven feet tall.
Clothes and Equipment: He doesn't carry any equipment, or wear any clothes. He has a lot of gold in his...pockets. Or somewhere. Who knows. He just carries it around.
Registered: Nov 5, 2015 17:15:34 GMT -8
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Post by The Soul Broker on Nov 11, 2015 20:14:24 GMT -8
The broker considers this. He doesn't really remember where he came from. All he knows is that he just popped into existence one day, and decided that souls looked kind of interesting. He didn't have any family or anything like that. To be honest, he isn't even sure what he is.
"No family. I suppose I have...no, I don't have any friends. I have colleagues, fellow enthusiasts, but not very many."
He thinks for a moment more.
"Hmm...I don't really do anything else. I just collect souls. I travel, there's something, I suppose. I only travel to look for more souls, though."
He pulls out the bottled soul from before and stares into it.
"They're pretty, don't you think?"
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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 Nov 12, 2015 10:37:30 GMT -8
The skeleton fiddled with an ivory-framed mirror, fingers sketching an intricate pattern of runes above it. It flared brightly, light bending in the air and spiraling back into the reflective surface. The same scene Reese had been watching earlier began to roll within.
The mirror was slid across the desktop to Skarlet, disturbing a few papers on the way.
"I never congratulated you on your good work. You were most perceptive. The woman following you is quite skilled, and goes unnoticed by most."
Reese put an elbow on his desk, resting his jaw on a bony hand. "I can't help but notice that your observations didn't seem to be made with the /eyes/, however. To that end, I want to prod at your vampire heritage. I figure it has some enhanced senses, or perhaps new one altogether. After all, humans can be a tricky prey."
"I make a point of cataloging the special attributes of fantastic creatures, but it's so much harder to garner them from observation. You would not believe the oddities some of them possess. To that end, I figured 'Why not ask one that's often around?' Takes some of the challenge out, but that's not necessar..."
Reese trailed off as he noticed something in a mirror to the side. A sprightly fellow seemed to be interrupting Naoki and Kate's date. Artemis seemed to have it all under control, though. Keeping an eye on it, he continued.
"The point of my meander was this, really. If it's not too personal, would you mind telling me about your experiences with Vampirism? How it has affected you physically, perhaps even mentally?" He paused for half a moment. "If it's something you'd rather not share, I understand."
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Karath Durson
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 168
Age: 27
Registered: Oct 27, 2015 20:59:28 GMT -8
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Post by Karath Durson on Nov 12, 2015 14:12:22 GMT -8
And without preamble Karath stepped foot in the Midnight Sun again, this time with different company in tow--an angel, recently fallen from the celestial plane of Eden. It was here at a table somewhere distant from the hustle and bustle of the main bar counter that he'd beckon her to sit, so that he could continue to learn about her needs and origins.
"So you are... a sort of assassin? You were meant to take a life and you were expelled for not doing so?"
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Reyna Dyre
Committed
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 21
Physical Description: Reyna Dyre is tall, with a slender ivory figure. She has long white locks that flow down her back and bangs that cover her eyes, thus her eye color is undetermined. Her limbs are long and slender, feet and hands small and dainty.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a simple white gown, that was given to her upon entering Eden. She carries nothing with her, having had everything taken by Castiel, an angel with the desire to dominate his fellow angels.
Player's online availability : All the time
Registered: Nov 12, 2015 10:18:15 GMT -8
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Post by Reyna Dyre on Nov 12, 2015 14:24:53 GMT -8
"No, no, no. I just didn't want to take someone because I felt it was too early, and I got punished for it." Reyna took a seat across from him as soon as he beckoned for her to sit, glancing around nervously. Each new environment set her on edge. Yet, it was almost, in a strange matter, more preferable than Eden. "Castiel would punish anyone who disobeys him...he decided to punish me. Of course, there was nothing I could do about it. I was...weak compared to the others."
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Karath Durson
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 168
Age: 27
Registered: Oct 27, 2015 20:59:28 GMT -8
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Post by Karath Durson on Nov 12, 2015 14:26:24 GMT -8
"Who's Castiel?"
Reyna had Karath's undivided attention and interest, and he sounded serious and even somewhat investigative in the tone of his query.
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Reyna Dyre
Committed
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 21
Physical Description: Reyna Dyre is tall, with a slender ivory figure. She has long white locks that flow down her back and bangs that cover her eyes, thus her eye color is undetermined. Her limbs are long and slender, feet and hands small and dainty.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a simple white gown, that was given to her upon entering Eden. She carries nothing with her, having had everything taken by Castiel, an angel with the desire to dominate his fellow angels.
Player's online availability : All the time
Registered: Nov 12, 2015 10:18:15 GMT -8
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Post by Reyna Dyre on Nov 12, 2015 14:31:47 GMT -8
"He's the dominant one. All others must follow his orders, or they're met with a far more gruesome fate than I received. I suppose he just...didn't want to waste his time on me. Some of the younger angels used to whisper about how he seemed more demon than angel, but they were put to death as soon as Castiel heard of the rumors. For the longest time, I was made to believe that horrid excuse for an angel to be my savior, but I quickly realized that it was nothing but a mask." Reyna seemed lost in thought, and the girl stared down at the table.
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Karath Durson
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 168
Age: 27
Registered: Oct 27, 2015 20:59:28 GMT -8
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Post by Karath Durson on Nov 12, 2015 14:35:02 GMT -8
"Sounds like there's been an infiltration," he suggested. He knew that there was no way back to Eden. The expulsion must have transcended realms as well as distance. Why Castiel would spare her this untold brutality was beyond him, and he saw Reyna as almost lucky...though hardly so, now thrust into a completely new world.
"But you are free... free of the burden of having to take people."
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Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Nov 12, 2015 14:36:48 GMT -8
Alden waves at Karath as he comes in. The young man seems to have a new companion so Alden does no more than this. Instead he waits for the chef to respond to his knquires. Alternatively for someone to explain to him how a dead boy could obliterate two people. Alden feels like he has been waiting for days.
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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 Nov 12, 2015 14:36:54 GMT -8
"Oh, thank you. I assume that woman was sent by you then?" Skarlet glanced down at the mirror, obviously not seeing herself in it, then back up at Reese. She didn't feel any ill will towards him, he had told her to watch out before-hand after all. "At first I didn't notice anything, but then I could detect a familiar smell. It was then that I figured out I was being followed. I have no idea if that woman survived what I did to her or not, at the time I was planning to kill her until 2 men showed up. I saw them in here when I returned, they didn't recognize me though since I stayed hidden in the shadows."
Skarlet listened to Reese go on. Apparently he wanted to know more about vampires? "I could tell you a little. For a while my sanity was very questionable... I would imagine things, objects suspended in mid-air for seconds, birds staying still in the air, no sounds during all this. But after my stay at Darkhive I got control over my sanity again."
Skarlet hadn't thought of her hallucinations in a long time, since she stopped getting them. "I could detect the person following me because as a predator I have heightened senses, I made use of smell there to identify them. And in the darkness I had a vision advantage and more sensitive hearing so I could detect movement while my eyes were closed. I also learned a technique at Darkhive, as a vampire I have a lot of control over my bodily functions, I can choose to bleed like crazy from a wound for dramatic effect, or for a practical use like in that fight."
The vampire smiled, she felt proud of how she handled the situation. "I know a little magic too, I can teleport a short distance. It's very taxing on me though, I get worn out from it."
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Karath Durson
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 168
Age: 27
Registered: Oct 27, 2015 20:59:28 GMT -8
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Post by Karath Durson on Nov 12, 2015 14:44:23 GMT -8
Alden waves at Karath as he comes in. The young man seems to have a new companion so Alden does no more than this. Instead he waits for the chef to respond to his knquires. Alternatively for someone to explain to him how a dead boy could obliterate two people. Alden feels like he has been waiting for days. Karath waves and beckons Alden over to their table. |
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Reyna Dyre
Committed
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: 21
Physical Description: Reyna Dyre is tall, with a slender ivory figure. She has long white locks that flow down her back and bangs that cover her eyes, thus her eye color is undetermined. Her limbs are long and slender, feet and hands small and dainty.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a simple white gown, that was given to her upon entering Eden. She carries nothing with her, having had everything taken by Castiel, an angel with the desire to dominate his fellow angels.
Player's online availability : All the time
Registered: Nov 12, 2015 10:18:15 GMT -8
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Post by Reyna Dyre on Nov 12, 2015 14:44:57 GMT -8
She looked up at him, brushing her bangs out of her eyes. Her silver eyes were usually wide, but they were much wider now.
'"But you are free... free of the burden of having to take people."' Those words ran through her mind, as if it was part of a record on repeat. "Free...?" It was almost a whisper, almost inaudible. She had never brushed her bangs away, not for anyone. "What should I do, then?"
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Karath Durson
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 168
Age: 27
Registered: Oct 27, 2015 20:59:28 GMT -8
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Post by Karath Durson on Nov 12, 2015 14:48:32 GMT -8
"What does it mean, to be free?"
His eyes of cyan pierced hers of silver. Rarely ever did he see silver eyes in a person. They seemed to shimmer in the candlelight.
"You have a choice. You have to decide. It might take time, but one thing's for certain."
Before finishing his explanation, he looked to Alden to see if he was going to sit with them.
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