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 17:56:04 GMT -8
At Maelik’s whispered words, Madame Naoki’s brow furrows. She hadn’t announced where she was going, or mentioned Kate in a way that implied any relationship beyond business associates. Perhaps her skills of controlled self expression had faltered, and she had let a tell slip. Rumors must spread exceptionally quickly. Or perhaps the Demonlord possesses some manner of non-consensual telepathy, and could glimpse her tender thoughts. Whatever the case may be, she hopes that she has more time before the nature of her relationship with Kate is common knowledge. It wouldn’t do to have a scandal.
He was entirely correct, however.
“I’m glad we’re on the same page, then. I have more things to discuss with you at a later date. For now though, it seems that my guests have arrived.”
Madame Naoki turns to face the recently arrived group. Skarlet and Karath seemed to be accompanied by two other individuals. One tall, white haired… girl? Woman? Madame Naoki finds it difficult to guess at Reyna’s age. Like most people Madame Naoki works with, something is definitely peculiar about Reyna.
And another individual, male, with longish hair and stubble. Mostly covered in dirty leather and ragged cloak, visibly sporting a pair of swords. If any of them were dangerous, it was definitely this one. Smiling, though; a personable expression.
Hmm. Definitely an interesting group, she decides. It would remain to be seen if they could be used.
“Welcome back, Skarlet, Karath. I assume that these are your companions? I’m Madame Naoki, owner and proprietor of The Midnight Sun.”
She bows her head in greeting, and approaches, offering her hand for Alden and Reyna to shake, though preferably not at the same time.
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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 18:29:30 GMT -8
Alden watches a Naoki sizes him and Reyna up, and wonders what kind of conclusions she is drawing. If he had to guess probably that he needs a bathe which was first thing on his list, and that there something a little off with Reyna. Alden takes the offered hand and shakes his natural or potentially unnatural enthusiasm means the handshake is vigorous though he tries not to go too nuts. Once he is done shaking he says with a grin.
"Pleasure to meet you, you run a fine establishment great sandwiches. I'm Alden currently unemployed and unimportant so nothing to add to the end of that..."
Alden realizes about half way through that he probably shouldn't be talking about his state of employmet and he stops talking suddenly. He had just felt like if Naoki was going to talk about her job in her introduction maybe he was supposed to as well. He now thinks that this was a mistake. He hoped things weren't going to get awkward and he can't help but wonder how does one talk to someone important who they aren't trying to deceive then murder. Maybe he should say something else just to clear up any confusion.
"Sorry sometimes I ramble I'll try to keep a lid on that."
Alden gives a light chuckle and flashes a sheepish smile at everyone.
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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 20, 2015 23:01:11 GMT -8
A metal shield sat face-down on Reese's desk, the back of it polished to a mirrored sheen. The lich was hunkered over it deep in concentration, carefully binding strands of power into an intricate latticework within.
Reese was envious of the people who were able to simply bind magic into an item, leaving it to function as intended. Theirs was a simple task. On the other hand, they didn't produce pieces of artistic brilliance to match his work.
Finally satisfied with his work, the skeleton reached out and rapped it with a bony knuckle. The metal disc shivered and slowly slid into the air. Reese let out a silent cheer as it skated over to orbit around him, and yet another as the non-mirrored side camouflaged itself to match the background perfectly. The mirrored side remained both visible and facing him.
The real purpose behind the new layer of protection had yet to be tested. Reese stretched out his mind and flipped what could be considered a switch, if it existed on the physical plane. An image flickered to life in the mirror, an image of himself and the office. In the mirror, the skull bobbed in a nod and an arm reached out, touching the mirror inside the mirror.
The drain of power from within himself was larger than expected, but this was by no means something to be left on. Reese nodded in satisfaction and tapped the surface, banishing the images.
Finished with his personal task for the moment, he sagged into his cushy chair and glanced at the arrangement of mirrors set on a wire framework upon his desk. The Madame's meeting seemed to be going reasonably well; it didn't seem like anyone involved would be drawing weapons soon. Even so, he kept an eye on the proceedings. The new arrivals were all so very interesting, and he was very much looking forward to assembling more information about them throughout the meal they were going to partake in.
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Registered: Nov 24, 2024 16:50:15 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2015 9:39:16 GMT -8
Davous pulls up a chair at an empty table, and summons two high-ranking devils. He kicks back and rests his boots on the table.
"Guys, guys, m'lords! How goes the Lowerarchy? I hear the holy guys've been screwing your business over. So if you don't mind me asking, how's your army surplus looking? I mean, as an expansionist, dictatorial war machine of persuasion and force, I get you guys have no, like, army limit, but you have any demons you really don't like? Want far away? Your legion in exile, your foreign legion, your Coast Guard Auxiliary Merchant Marine Corps? Just send 'em over. I think I've got an investment your brass would like."
One of the devils' scowls deepens, and he refits his cap so the brim partially covers his eyes. "Senior Necromancer Ahlrg the Black, are you suggesting to two Generals of Hell that you have a better use for their legions than they do?"
"Well–"
"The other devil takes over. "Hell is infallible, Senior Necromancer Ahlrg the Black. Any decision made by its devils is the best possible decision for Inferno."
"I really do prefer Davo–"
"Our legions are many. Our soldiers are millions. Demons, fallen angels, and even the very Prince of Hell toil night and day to corrupt the world and secure every soul on these gods' wretched, fallen world."
"There are no soldiers to spare. Every possible tempter, schemer, and warrior is needed for this cause to succeed."
"Not a single soldier will be wasted on a Senior Necromancer's unproposed pet project."
"Ahlrg the Black, you will leave this subject alone and act as if the thought of diverting troops never happened."
"Oh, alright, alright, you bastards. Keep your – blessed –" the devils cringed, "– army." Davous waved his hand to send the devils back.
They were still in their chairs. Pentagrams had been carved into the seats, and holy symbols inscribed in the back rests.
"Oops. Looks like you're stuck there a while."
"Ahlrg the Black, as an order from the Lowest Command of Inferno, release us!"
"Ah, I think not." Davous leaned back, adopting a ponderous expression. "Meanwhile, how do you feel about relieving, ah, two and a half thousand demons? Warriors, please, not tempters."
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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 21, 2015 16:41:18 GMT -8
Maelik flashed yet another smile and bowed out of the limelight, staring at the others in the same critical fashion that was afforded to Naoki.
His gaze hovered on each of them for but a moment but it was enough for him to determine the baseline for their specifically tailored meals.
For Skarlet, the one he knew the best and a women who he has always considered a sweet, nice, unassuming young girl he was going to fall back to what he knew she enjoyed. Her undead physic was not subjective to the same woes of a living, breathing vessel and as such she could enjoy the more calorie intensive dishes he knew how to prepare. As such he was free to make whatever tasty junk food he wished when it came to her.
As for Alden Maelik saw a man who was not accustomed to eating the finer things in life and was constantly gated by the restrictions of a budget. As such the demon's intent for this man was to give him a pleasurable, fulfilling meal made of only the most fine and rare materials. Forgoing the less appealing staples such as caviar and in favor of the more succulent examples like honey glazed pork lightly slathered in pineapple juice.
Karath on the other hand was more of the average exploring type, lean and fit and full of the excitement of what life has to offer. For him the Demonlord wished to give him a myriad of tastes to go off of, each one complimenting the last to make the tasting an adventure of the senses. Perhaps he'd go with a spiced bread in conjunction with some sort of a sweet vegetable and a savory salted meat.
Lastly came Reyna, and on her his eyes lingered longer than the rest with an incandescent red glow. He was the one who skipped out of he bar earlier. He experienced a flash of rage, it couldn't be all that hard just to thrust forward and snap her neck like a turkey could it? Surely Naoki would understand, after all this angelic ninny insulted his pride! What is a hot blooded demon without his pride?
But no, he knew that better than to give in to his primal urges, she was the boss' guest and as such he wasn't allowed to wrangle her and strangle her.
"Yes, this should do..." he said before stepping back up to properly introduce himself to the group.
"Salutations, my name is Iratus Ulscicor, the head chef under the Madame's employ and I will be serving you this day." As he spoke the demon finished up with the ice cream he was making and willed it to float over to the elf lord's table.
"And yes, to get the awkwardness out of the air I am a demon, but I can assure you that my taste is excellent. I've been honing my skills and learning new techniques for thousands of years, I'm confident that I'm either one of if not the best cook alive today. Either way feel at ease that I'll be taking care of all your food personally to make sure that it is all done to perfection."
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Registered: Nov 24, 2024 16:50:15 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2015 21:56:41 GMT -8
Hasdrubal barges into the main room, wearing nothing but his now tattered lab coat. His flesh is oozing or scorched in places, and at least one of his three arms is hanging loosely. Some substance chews through the floor each time he takes a step.
"You guys wouldn't BELIEVE the time I've had."
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Lorelei & Lucia
Dedicated
Sweet dreams
Roleplay posts: 270
Age: 12
Physical Description: Lorelei and Lucia are twins, with pink hair. They have sweet, innocent faces and identical clothing. Nobody could ever tell them apart, except for their parents. But they're long gone. They have a placid expression all the time, no matter what.
Clothes and Equipment: Lorelei and Lucia wear a selection of cute dresses and outdoor clothing, always completely identical. They both also carry matching knives. How cute. They also wear identical backpacks. Two living wooden mannequins follow them, dressed up exactly like them. They have sculpted and painted faces to look like copies of the twins. The twins also have a pet mockingbird named Eclair.
Registered: Sept 14, 2015 11:55:33 GMT -8
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Post by Lorelei & Lucia on Nov 21, 2015 22:31:40 GMT -8
The twins shuffle silently through the door behind Hasdrubal. Their postures are slouched with exhaustion, and their wings hang limply on their backs.
I'm tired.
Me too. We flew a long way.
I feel like my wings are going to fall off.
Don't worry, Mr. Hasdrubal will put them back on.
I want to take a nap.
Same here.
Ugh.
What's wrong?
We didn't even get the bunny ears.
Oh yeah. I wanted them too.
That man just popped up and healed her. That's no fair.
I know, and then she went off with Mr. Godwin.
Hehehe. I think she likes him.
Mr. Godwin?
Yeah. Couldn't you tell by the way she looked at him? After Mr. Hasdrubal gave him a new body?
I didn't notice. You're imagining things.
I'm not.
Oh well. Look, there's the new cook. Let's go get some snacks.
Together, the twins wander over to Maelik and smile adorably.
"Could we have something to eat, please? And milk?"
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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 22, 2015 8:32:28 GMT -8
“Good to meet you, Alden.” She opts to glaze over his awkward comment. It confirmed her suspicion, and also probably applies to the rest of their group, but there was no point in discussing that further at the time being.
At the sight of Hasdrubal and The Twins, Madame Naoki groans inwardly. What perfectly terrible timing. Time to relocate.
Addressing her guests, she points up above her. The ceiling in the main room of the Midnight Sun sits some three stories above the ground, allowing for small balconies to overlook the main bar area and casino from the second floor.
“Let’s head up to the balcony, and allow Mr. Ulciscor to get started.”
Madame Naoki attempts to lead her party up the stairs in the back, and out onto one of the larger balconies. This particular balcony looks out over the casino, and is furnished with a large, circular table. A low intensity magical aura is in effect over the balcony, which functions to dampen sound in both directions. Dull, muffled words and clicking of Midnight Sun Tokens can be heard from the casino below.
The appropriate number of chairs have been placed around the table, and full table settings ring the edge. A strange device sits in the middle of the table; a tall, conical glass jar, capped on both ends with silver metal. Within the jar, two brightly colored liquids are constantly in slow, flowing motion, casting a mixed red and purple glow upon the table, serving as a visually engaging and functional centerpiece. Additionally, a short, dark haired waitress stands at attention in the corner, prepared to tend to the group’s needs.
Assuming that the entire group has followed her up, Madame Naoki gestures for everyone to have a seat, before taking one herself, without any particular consideration to who she sits next to.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2015 9:39:58 GMT -8
Hasdrubal ducks behind the bar, and pulls open a large cabinet. Grasping his visible face, he pulls, and the skin stretches before tearing free. With a long, quiet ripping sound, he proceeds to remove his entire skin, revealing layers upon layers of thin tentacles clinging to the bones beneath. They are in constant motion, an organ surfacing here and there. Idly, he dumps the oozing mass into a nearby basket. Next, he pulls off his spare arm, carefully placing it inside the cabinet. He then pulls out an entirely new skin from inside, and stretches it over himself like some fleshy pajamas. He then grabs a spare evening suit and quickly puts it on. Reaching beneath the bar, he pulls out a bottle of some gently bubbling liquid. He pours himself a glass, which immediately begins to droop. He drinks the entire concoction in one go, although a few drops of molten glass strike the counter, hissing as they cool themselves on the wood.
"Ahhhhhh... I've needed this all day. Going to Hell is exhausting work."
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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 22, 2015 13:05:24 GMT -8
Skarlet follows upstairs to the balcony. When she took a seat she'd wince in pain a little before readjusting how she's sitting, she still ached a little from the sex she had earlier. "Ach."
After sitting she scoots closer to the table, further aggravating her soreness and causing her to make a funny face for a moment. After getting settled in her seat Skarlet looks down for a bit then glances at everyone else. She'd only talked to the madame twice and this could be an opportunity to get to know her better, so she'd try to be sociable toward her.
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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 22, 2015 23:02:02 GMT -8
Maelik watched the entourage depart for the more scenic area up above placidly, waving them good bye the whole while. Once they were finally out of sight the Demonlord crooked his knees and bent low to address the adorable duo who came asking for a snack.
"Awwww, just look at you two little monsters," he cooed, even going so far as to attempt to pinch their cheeks. "Of course you can have some milk, and since I'll be in the kitchen anyways I can whip you up whatever you'd like. You just gotta let uncle Ulscicor know."
Even as he pandering to the twins Maelik was mentally checking off the items he'd need to create a spectacular mealtime, and to his delight between the larder and his own personal stash he had everything he'd need. All in all the whole procedure won't even take thirty minutes to complete.
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Registered: Nov 24, 2024 16:50:15 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Nov 22, 2015 23:49:05 GMT -8
Hasdrubal pops down to the lair for just a moment, emerging with a bouquet of bright red flowers.
"Now girls! After your dinner, you should go take a nap! In the meantime, I'll be attending to matters of the heart!"
He then bolts out of the pub.
[Exit to Green's Greens]
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Lorelei & Lucia
Dedicated
Sweet dreams
Roleplay posts: 270
Age: 12
Physical Description: Lorelei and Lucia are twins, with pink hair. They have sweet, innocent faces and identical clothing. Nobody could ever tell them apart, except for their parents. But they're long gone. They have a placid expression all the time, no matter what.
Clothes and Equipment: Lorelei and Lucia wear a selection of cute dresses and outdoor clothing, always completely identical. They both also carry matching knives. How cute. They also wear identical backpacks. Two living wooden mannequins follow them, dressed up exactly like them. They have sculpted and painted faces to look like copies of the twins. The twins also have a pet mockingbird named Eclair.
Registered: Sept 14, 2015 11:55:33 GMT -8
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Post by Lorelei & Lucia on Nov 23, 2015 14:53:45 GMT -8
The twins allow Maelik to pinch their cheeks without struggling.
Anything? I wonder if he has cookies.
No no, we can't eat cookies before dinner. Mama will be cross.
You're no fun.
It isn't healthy.
We didn't have breakfast. That isn't healthier either.
Oh no, we didn't. Hmm...we should have breakfast now.
Breakfast now? That's silly.
No it's not. This way, we didn't skip breakfast, we just had it late.
Makes sense, I guess.
So what do you want?
Cookies.
I mean, what kind of breakfast food.
Oh...I want an omelette.
That sounds good. I'll have an omelette too.
The twins turn to the demon chef, smiling.
"Thank you, Mr. Uscicor. Could we have omelettes, please? With cheese and ham?"
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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 24, 2015 1:15:53 GMT -8
It was another boring day in the office. Reese was leaning back in his fine leather chair, his boots propped up on his desk. Today's subject of interest was whistling. He could replicate the sound well enough, but it just didn't feel the same without lips to purse. A gaping jaw rather detracted from the whole experience.
A jaunty jingle was interrupted by a sudden glow in a little clockwork man on the side of his desk. Filing the tune away for later, the skeleton took a closer look. Someone's family Artifact was registering an abrupt change in vital signs. Elevated heart rate, an adrenaline rush, an emotional state nearing panic... It was, apparently, the one belonging to the Green girl.
Glancing over at his map of the city, Reese noted that Hasdrubal was in the shop belonging Ms. Green. Considering their previous interactions, such a physical response did make sense. Before he made a fool out of himself by mistaking the situation, the lich slid over a mirror and called up an image of Hasdrubal. Yes, there he was, as frightful as ever. Reese whipped out his medallion and reached out to Naoki.
Madame, I do believe Hasdrubal is over at Ms. Green's place. He appears to be attempting to woo her, to continue his romantic pursuit. I'm going to accelerate her arrival here by diverting him, perhaps having him escort her to her dinner with you. If I might suggest it be phrased as a business matter, a discussion over a meal?...
Though he continued to listen, he switched the "transmission" to Hasdrubal's Artifact and sent him a message.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2015 12:34:53 GMT -8
One of the devils relaxes in the chair to which he is bound. He removes his helmet, of legionnaire make, and sets it on the table, using it as an arm rest as he leans closer to Davous. "You may think this is leverage that you have just pulled, but by turning this from a request to a demand, you just gave us neogitating room. We'll set the troop number, and you'll accept, and nobody will get hurt after we go home."
Davous becomes invisibly alarmed, and takes his drink to mask his worry. "Negotiating room, eh? You're being kind of fuzzy, here. Losing the unholy connection. Is the signal bad in Hell? Here, let me show you my real negotiating tactic." Davous reaches under the table and flips a catch. The lid of a chest on his lap flies open. From the chest, he produces two bottles of holy water. The devils scramble back in their seats. "Scared now?" he asks smugly.
The other devil regains his composure and straightens his cap again. "If we die, you wouldn't last a second."
Davous tilts his head in feigned contemplation. "No, but, ah, you're missing the real problem." He looks directly at the devils, playing realization. "You'd be dead. And we both know what 'death' is to you people."
"Five hundred," says the second devil.
"What, a fourth of my original request?" Davous spreads out his arms, incredulous. "Fifteen," he counters.
"No," says the first devil. "We'll meet in the middle. One thousand of Hell's soldiers."
"An excellent deal. Feel free to go, now."
The devils vanish from their chairs, leaving behind a smoky scent and deep-rooted, undirected hatred all throughout the bar.
They converse once they arrived back in Hell.
"Make sure half of them are tempters."
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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 24, 2015 20:18:21 GMT -8
In her head, Skarlet cursed Francesco for fucking her so hard, it made it difficult for her to sit. Skarlet brushes her hand down the sides of her hair making sure it wasn't messy for dinner. She gives a light smile to the Madame, "Thank you for inviting me to dinner, Madame Naoki. I was surprised to be asked to join, we don't know each other very well."
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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 24, 2015 21:04:42 GMT -8
Alden looks at Skarlet and says curiously.
"Yeah but she literally just met us so why not invite you? I mean at least you work for her so it makes a little more sense."
Alden has chosen to sit in a chair that lets him keep an easy eye on the door, the bodyguard, and the vampire. He wasn't planning on starting anything but it was best to be able to see potential threats.
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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.
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Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Nov 24, 2015 21:55:56 GMT -8
Madame Naoki nods in acknowledgement.
“Well, that’s just it. I don’t know anyone at this table very well. It is my hope, that through polite conversation over a meal, we can all come to know each other better.”
She pauses for a moment, casting her gaze around.
“I enjoy meeting people, and since it’s within my ability to treat others to dinner on a regular basis, I’ve made a habit of holding dinners like this one. Though, this is to be the first one catered by Mr. Ulciscor. I’ve yet to try his cooking at all, actually. It’ll be interesting to see how it turns out.”
She punctuates this last sentence with a slight tilt of her head and a pleasant half-smile; attempting to spark some pleasant table talk.
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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 24, 2015 22:41:54 GMT -8
"Say, I hope you don't mind me mentioning, I overheard Ulciscor say something about a romantic meal." Skarlet smiles a little more and leans closer, "That means you have a date later, right?"
Skarlet was interested in hearing what Naoki had to say about this, as it could be something they have in common.
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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 24, 2015 23:26:30 GMT -8
She shrugs in a noncommittal manner. The nature of her relationship with Kate wasn’t something that she was comfortable sharing just now. Not so much because she harbored any particular feelings of distrust for Skarlet, or wanted to keep it a secret for any reasonable length of time, but rather, it wasn’t really a topic that she felt would be appropriate to discuss just now, in this setting. That, and she wants to properly nail down what the nature of that relationship is before conversing about it.
“After this, I’m going to share a meal with Miss Green. We’re going to discuss the terms of expanding her contract. I think that Mr. Ulciscor was reading into it a bit more than he should have; he seems the sort to do that. I’ll let you know how it turns out, though.”
For one fleeting moment, the smallest suggestion of a coy smirk flashes across her face.
During their conversation, Reese's silent words arrive at the forefront of Madame Naoki’s mind. Her expression does not falter, nor does her pronunciation. After she is finished with her current clause, she responds, projecting forceful thoughts back to Resse. “If something happens, I’m holding you accountable. Handle it.”
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