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 Nov 17, 2015 14:15:06 GMT -8
“That actually works out well. While you guys go track those two down, I’m going to pop back into my room, freshen up a bit. By the time you return, I’ll be waiting on the second floor. I look forward to meeting your friends, Karath, and hope to see you there as well, Skarlet.”
Assuming that no objections are made, Madame Naoki nods one last time, and excuses herself back into her office.
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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 17, 2015 14:45:42 GMT -8
"Oh, uh, Yes Madame." Skarlet agrees and looks to Karath. "I guess it will be faster if I go with you."
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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 17, 2015 15:26:35 GMT -8
Karath looks immediately troubled by the news. With a nod to Naoki and Skarlet both, he went down the stairs rather quickly, and at a jog's pace, exited the establishment and ran down the street.
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Nov 17, 2015 20:45:30 GMT -8
Maelik reappeared in the kitchen not too long after his near breakdown like nothing was amiss in the slightest, calmly direction the dinner service for those few remaining customers that wanted food as the day darkened.
The demon seemed to have cooled off significantly, even offering words of encouragement and praise when he witnessed a particularly impressive show of skill. In turn the other cooks were able to relax and were much more retentive to all the new techniques that their new head chef was passing on to them.
"You see, if we stick the demonfire heat rod into the center of the roast then we achieve a state in which the insides cooks to desirable texture and heat while the outside is still cool enough to allow additional spices and oils to be rubbed. Then after about twenty minutes or so we can remove the heat rod and give the outer crust of the meat a fine char with a pass over the hellfire pit. Just be sure that you're very careful with the procedure as contact with the flame will sap away at your soul. If you're in a position that requires you to make on of these and are not comfortable working with the fire then feel free to ask for my assistance.
He continued on with similar lessons for quite some time, trusting the chefs to do their part as he installed the new cooking apparatuses that he will eventually take the time to individually train each member of the cooking staff to work. He envisioned each man and woman at their own special station, perfectly adept at everything to do with their position while he himself dealt with all the raw ingredients and oversaw the entire preparation.
"If I have my way then our art will be spoken about for years to come, visiting dignitaries will go out of their way to eat here rather than at that miserable excuse they have for an operation at the court kitchens. We'll all be immortalized as paragons of our trade and when they speak of great cooks throughout the ages our names will take up the most pages!" Maelik said to the collected members of the staff in his most rousing speech giving voice, hoping to inspire them and make them even more receptive to his ideas.
Judging by the proud thrust of their chests and the fire in their eyes the demon was safe to assume that it did the trick.
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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 17, 2015 23:55:35 GMT -8
After finishing several more drinks and taking a seat at a table, Cyronin dimly wondered what the specialty for the day was. If there wasn't one, he'd grab his regular, but if there was one, well, he'd prefer it. He liked some variety in his life.
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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 18, 2015 16:47:06 GMT -8
"Hmm..." The broker considers. When the world ends, the souls will be taken from him...but he would still be able to see them. That's alright, although he does enjoy maintaining them. Perhaps a compromise. "It isn't just the collection of souls that I find fascinating, my dear demon. I also enjoy maintaining and organizing my collection, writing little tags for the bottles and such. Is there any way I would be able to curate the collection once the apocalypse comes? I assure you, I am an expert in the care and keeping of souls, in all environments. I can keep them in mint condition forever, without tarnishing or losing value." He reaches out and takes the bottle from Screwtape, inspecting it curiously. "Oh my...this is a nice one." "I think you would be happily welcomed as a curator, friend." Screwtape smiles as the broker turns the bottle over and over and over in front of him. Delicately, the Tempter interrupts the rapture. "If you would come this way back to my office, we can finalize the paperwork in time for dinner. Consider that soul you have there a token of our future work together." The two walk off, purposefully, towards the back rooms of The Midnight Sun. |
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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 18, 2015 17:15:20 GMT -8
"Ooh, thank you. This is a very nice specimen indeed."
The broker follows Screwtape to the back. If there's one thing he knows about demons, it's that they're very particular about contracts. They'll write the contract sneakily to try and trick you, but they'll always follow through. He'll have to read the fine print very carefully. Luckily, his hobby has made the soul broker a very patient being indeed.
"Mr. Screwtape, I've always wondered. What do demons do with souls?"
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Nov 18, 2015 21:18:52 GMT -8
Wound in a comfortable mass of fur clothing, a hide cloak and a hood that was pulled up over his head to hide his identity, a certain elf passed into The Midnight Sun's main lounge and sat himself at the bar with a smile on his face.
"Can I have some wine?" He would ask whoever was attending the bar, taking a rather hefty purse from his pocket and placing several silver coins down. "And a nice fish sandwich with tomatoes," he followed, along with another few coins. "And after that, some of that fancy ice cream, if you have any," he finished, along with another few coins down on the counter.
"To be quite frank, I've not looked at your menu, so I have no idea if you serve ice cream, or even know what it is, but it's incredibly addictive. If not, then I will just have... Hmm... Fruit, I suppose."
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Nov 18, 2015 23:22:16 GMT -8
Maelik was quick to come out of the kitchen to personally attend to the two newest customers to alleviate some of the pressure from Kevin, leaving his precious work place in the hands of his trusted chefs.
First would come Cyronin, a man who the demon had seen around whilst he was about his business for quite some time, Maelik was sure to put on his best smile for him. Being approachable and likable was usually better than surly and temperamental for the purpose of ensuring continued business in the Demonlord's experience.
"Well hello good sir, I apologize for my less than servile attire, but I can take your order if you'd be so kind as to tell me your preference so that I can pass it along to where the magic happens."
After ascertaining that the man would like to try out the day's special Maelik would beam a cheery smile and swooped into a low bow.
"Thank you sir, I'm sure you'll find the Dynamite to be excellent, the last fellow who ordered one even said it was the single greatest thing he'd ever eaten. Then again I'm convinced he would have said that about a roasted street rat in his condition but that's not to sell our food short! I can assure you that you'll be satisfied with your choice. We pride ourselves on both our quality, speed and complete lack of death in our kitchen!"
With that he ferried the ticket to the kitchen and firmly told the sue chef to make sure that the Dynamite would meet Maelik's usual expectation of perfection before skipping over to Ildesias.
Immediately the Demonlord felt something familiar about the elf, and it didn't take him long to piece together that he was present during the whole Red fiasco. Such a shame he didn't receive that promised soul in the expected expeditious manner but alas, all in good time.
"Well greetings there sir, I'm happy to see that we're high end enough to attract important people like yourself. We really must be doing something right to snag your attention! And what's more, you're in luck. While we do not usually have the ingredients in stock for that oddity known as ice cream I happen to have a surplus of supplies stockpiled for personal use." Maelik began melodically, his excitement at the prospect to serve his food to somebody with a distinguished palate practically engraved on his face.
"And I would not be opposed in the least to whip some up for you, indeed I'd consider it a treat almost as savory as the delightful substance in question. However since we do not have it on our menu I must ask for a strange method of payment... Just promise an old eccentric coot that you'll come on back to enjoy the food again, it'll really make my day."
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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 Nov 19, 2015 8:02:03 GMT -8
Now safely back in her chambers, Madame Naoki takes the appropriate time to endlessly debate what to wear for dinner. Something dressy, for sure, but that doesn’t narrow it down much. A skirt? A dinner gown? A suit? Pants, no pants?
This internal debate stirs up memories of that one very particular night: “The first opinion is often the best one.” A smile forces its way onto her face, and she chooses to take Kate’s advice once again. Swapping the lounge pants for a long, black, irregularly pleated skirt, and putting on an undershirt below the white, cashmere sweater, Madame Naoki’s outfit comes to have a sort of dual contrast; between the black and the white, and also between the smooth ribbed wool of the sweater, and the complicated interlacing texture of the skirt.
After taking part in a few small self care procedures, Madame Naoki, now satisfied with her appearance, takes the stairs down to the first floor. She would like to check in with the kitchen, and inform them of her double dinner reservations. As she weaves her way around tables of patrons on her way to the bar, the innumerable aromas of meals being consumed set her mouth watering furiously. As she edges between two chairs, Naoki inadvertently gets a glimpse of a customer’s meal, a Welshn Rarebit. The texture of the meat, the seductive glossiness of the melted cheese, the way the egg is perched atop the rabbit… It takes the full extent of her self control not to steal a bite. Her meal that afternoon had been quite enjoyable, but not the most filling.
Spotting 'Mr. Ulciscor' behind the bar, apparently speaking with a customer, she approaches him, leaning against the bar beside the cloaked figure of his attention. She nods in greeting to the pair of them, and gives Ulciscor a small wave, indicating that she would like his attention, once he is finished with his current task.
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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 Nov 19, 2015 8:30:48 GMT -8
Artemis emerges from her room, newly attired in a fresh, sharply-pressed suit, that looks almost perfectly identical to the one she was previously wearing. Closing and locking the door behind her, she follows Madame Naoki downstairs, and takes up a position against the wall nearby.
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Post by Ildesias Xen Torsal on Nov 19, 2015 16:33:03 GMT -8
The man nodded slightly. "I will certainly try, if ever I find the time," he promised, passing yet another few coins down the bar. He seemed to be a man with quite a wealth that matched his taste for ice cream. He thought back for a moment, his mind sliding to pointless trivia in his attempt to remember from where ice cream first came. He couldn't quite remember... He knew that it was a dish made by the elves when he had been a child, as he was served it once, but other than that he knew nothing. It seemed it had fallen out of favour, or the knowledge of it had been mostly lost to the modern generation.
With the payment given, he turned around to peer into the room. It seemed like quite an... Unusual place, to say the least. On the outside, it looked perfectly respectable as far as he was concerned, but even so he felt the atmosphere of an establishment where one could not trust that behind closed doors it remained that way.
He considered, for a moment, having someone inspect the business, or even investigate it. However, he chose not to. It was, after all, privately owned and unless there was proof that they broke the rather fair and libertarian laws of Isra, he felt the state had no right.
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Lord Alecos Sorrowsong
Committed
Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Undeterminable
Physical Description: Tall, with angular features, Alecos is an elegant, timeless half-elf.
Clothes and Equipment: As in avatar, as well as his... cane. (http://www.trueswords.com/images/prod/United-Fantasy-Sword-Cane-Damascus-UC2854.jpg)
Player's online availability : Often enough
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 0:38:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Alecos Sorrowsong on Nov 19, 2015 23:14:06 GMT -8
Cyronin was taken aback at the flurry of words being spoken at him, but in the end hoped he was just getting the day's special, and that it wasn't street rat.
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Nov 19, 2015 23:30:33 GMT -8
Beaming like a ray of sunshine the demon accepted the money and quickly passed it over to Kevin for proper storage before shooting back to the kitchen to instruct the crew on the order. When he was inevitably quizzed on where they were meant to find the materials for the foreign treat Maelik assured them that he'd handle it.
"So long as you make me proud with the main courses then you can trust me to stir up the creamy thing myself. Now off with you lumps, papa chef has to speak to the Madame, she seemed like she wanted something."
With a simple flick of his wrist the Demonlord expelled a portion of his demonic aura to rip open a small tear into Hell, a thousand distant screams being carried on the harsh wind from the flaming vortex. Carefully rolling up his sleeves Maelik deftly reached in and within seconds he produced all the necessary ingredients for his strange little project before closing the portal once more. All in all the two meals would be ready and served within the next few minutes, with one of the kitchen staff coming out to personally serve their plates with a look of pride clearly etched on their face, although it wouldn't be without a bit of apprehension in their eyes after spotting Maelik so clearly in sight.
Putting his magical prowess to work once more he poured the finely crushed ice with the silky cream into the bowl and set the whisk/spoon hybrid into a stirring rhythm. Making sure to keep the stir at a constant but consistent rate the demon chef stepped back out into the main lobby to go and see what his new boss wished of him.
As Maelik approached her with his happy little bouncing gait Naoki may notice that the demon was in far better spirits now than he was during their last meeting, although the sheer intensity of his joy may come off as a bit disturbing in and of itself.
"Salutations Madame, you're looking particularly stunning this evening. You looking just like my second wife just prior to her promiscuity with a particularly unfortunate elf leading to her tragic end via total bodily dismemberment... Shame too, she was so beautiful, and she knit like nobodies business to boot! Didn't expect that of a succubus I can tell you that! But I digress, is the dress for my benefit or are you off for some professional escapade?" Maelik offered a playful grin as he bent into on his customary sweeping bows, his chef's hat sweeping against the sparkling clean floor with a *swish.*
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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 Nov 20, 2015 10:33:51 GMT -8
Madame Naoki nods, taking it as a compliment.
“Thank you, Ulciscor. As it so happens, I will be attending two dinners tonight. First, one Mr. ‘Karath’ and his companions, who I haven’t yet had the pleasure of meeting, as well as Miss Skarlet. He and I have just agreed to a business deal wherein he will be selling us some ingredients; as soon as he returns with his companions, I’ll be treating them all to dinner to celebrate the arrangement.”
“I will sit with them for a time, until our botanist, Miss Green, arrives, at which point I will leave Karath’s group to their meal and go share dinner with her. Both meals will be held on the second story balcony. I wanted to inform you of this well in advance so that you might be adequately prepared to serve my guests to the best of your ability - not that that would be any departure from the norm.
Madame Naoki pauses for a moment, considering what else Mr. Ulciscor might need to be told. Thinking back to earlier in the day, she clearly recalls what Kate mentioned wanting to eat, “Some chicken, marinated in honey... Garlic... “
However, Naoki decides that it wouldn’t be a good idea to give that order to Maelik. Kate may have been speaking in jest, without serious consideration, or may have changed her mind since then. Or perhaps Maelik might have something superior to offer.
“As for the content of my meal, I don’t have anything specific in mind.. I’d like to leave it to your expert choice, with the stipulation that I don’t enjoy raw meat, or seafood. Are you aware of Miss Skarlet’s… dietary restrictions?”
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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 20, 2015 13:37:52 GMT -8
Skarlet returned to the Midnight Sun with Karath Durson, Alden Marshal, and Reyna Dyre. She was pleased that they could all return and she hadn't caused too much trouble. The girl closes her parasol and sets it aside to where she always stows it. After that she'd wave to the Madame and Head Chef and walk over. "I've returned with our guests, Madame Naoki." Skarlet bows her head. |
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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 20, 2015 14:03:11 GMT -8
"And I must say, we are quite famished!" He greeted the Midnight Sun as he walks in behind her with Alden and Reyna with a highly appreciative smile. He was greeted with the suavely classy environment of the Midnight Sun, the background music of which he had silently identified as " mana-swing" and utilized similar alterations to sound with magic that so readily defined his home Sakand. |
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Nov 20, 2015 14:17:50 GMT -8
"Of course Madame, I appreciate the forewarning, and I thank you for your generous praise. I shall endeavor to not only fulfill your expectations but to exceed them as is befitting of my role!" the excitable demon said in a blur. Once finished with what one could almost call verbal diarrhea Maelik silenced himself and took a few steps back to examine both Naoki and Skarlet with a look of concentration that put pure orange juice to shame.
"Yes yes, I understand my limitations... No sea food nor any raw meat for yourself and some sort of bloody delight for our sweet Skarlet. Oh and no garlic as well, although that may be more of a superstition than anything else I'm not about to risk it."
As he spoke he studied his proprietor's face with extreme attention, noting every little detail about her lifestyle that he could piece together based on her figure and complexion. He knew that she wouldn't want anything too fatty and he doubted that she was a fan of the tougher variety of meats as they could prove to be difficult to chew let alone to digest. No, he knew that he'd have to come up with something that she could eat and look good while doing it, a food that not only tasted good but put her in a flattering light so that she could show off her grace and appeal even whilst in the midst of eating.
"I've got an idea, as for the other bunch you can rest assured that they will either have their socks blown off or their heads blown off... from the serendipitous cascade of tastes that will flood their mouths of course."
With a self depreciating chuckle he waved away his own crude attempt at humor and leaned in close to the cat woman and spoke quietly, his voice but a whisper. "I'm getting the sense that the latter dinner of two is of greater importance to you than the group meal of five so I'll be sure not to put too much on your plate to start off with. After all, one should enjoy a romantic meal in the moonlight... At least that's what the word around town has led me to believe. If you'd like I can provide a little mood music too..." he said in a teasing sort of way before retreating back a short distance to give Naoki back her space and hopefully avoid any irritated cuffs upside the head with his name of them.
"Of course, I'm no bard but I can play a mean fiddle/violin," he finished with a harmless smile spread wide across his face, his attempt to assure his employer that he was merely jesting.
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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 20, 2015 14:19:29 GMT -8
Alden eyes Madam Naoki curiously. She had cleaned up but it was the same slightly disheveled women he had seen enter the bar a few hours ago. The plain but professional looking blonde in the corner who was watching attested to the cat women's importance. Alden recognizes a body guard when he sees one. To Alden Naoki seems have the air of someone used to commanding power and respect. Though he doesn't think she does so directly to often. Alden decides to defer to Karath for the moment since this is his job. So he smiles and nods his agreement to Karath's statement and Skarlets introduction.
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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 20, 2015 17:20:16 GMT -8
With a self depreciating chuckle he waved away his own crude attempt at humor and leaned in close to the cat woman and spoke quietly, his voice but a whisper. "I'm getting the sense that the latter dinner of two is of greater importance to you than the group meal of five so I'll be sure not to put too much on your plate to start off with. After all, one should enjoy a romantic meal in the moonlight... At least that's what the word around town has led me to believe. If you'd like I can provide a little mood music too..." he said in a teasing sort of way before retreating back a short distance to give Naoki back her space and hopefully avoid any irritated cuffs upside the head with his name of them. "Of course, I'm no bard but I can play a mean fiddle/violin," he finished with a harmless smile spread wide across his face, his attempt to assure his employer that he was merely jesting. "Romantic meal?" Skarlet hears Ulciscor mention a romantic meal to Naoki. "Sorry, I'm out of the loop still. I didn't know you had a special someone, Madame." Skarlet didn't know about Naoki and Kate. |
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