Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
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An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
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She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Dec 3, 2015 20:38:06 GMT -8
The door to the Midnight Sun opens suddenly, banging back against the wall with a loud thud. Grandma's expression is rather grim as she makes a beeline for the private quarters, paying no mind to those in the room around her. Cane tapping furiously, she uses it to ensure the most direct route to the stairs leading up to her room is open.
Upon reaching her room, she immediately closes the door, locking it from the inside. Two maids, who seem to be in the same spot she left them, move forward to assist her. Grandma simply snaps something about writing materials to them and in seconds they produce such things for her as she waits at her desk impatiently.
In what could be called nothing other than a frenzy, Grandma writes out a rather long note in cramped handwriting. Grandma waits for the ink to dry before quickly placing it in a box with other similar looking notes. She then takes out a new piece of paper and begins drawing on it. Unlike before, she appears quite concentrated, almost entranced on whatever she is drawing. After a few minutes of drawing, what appears to be a rather complex depiction of a rune begins to form.
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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 Dec 3, 2015 21:06:15 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." Seeing the Devils appear, Cyronin cautiously brought himself to his feet, his meal forgotten. Hand on sword-hilt, he wandered across the Sun to where Davous sat, walking behind him and asking, "Your demons?" |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2015 22:03:13 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." Seeing the Devils appear, Cyronin cautiously brought himself to his feet, his meal forgotten. Hand on sword-hilt, he wandered across the Sun to where Davous sat, walking behind him and asking, "Your demons?" Davous idly waves at Cyronin in acknowledgement, ignoring him until the deal was completed. Once negotiations had ended, he gestured to Cyronin, then to a chair opposite Davous. "Go ahead, have a seat! This one won't trap humans, I promise. ... Well, may the gods spare you if you're undead or something." Once Cyronin had taken a seat (or pointedly refused), Davous leaned back in his chair. " So! Yes. My demons. You're interested?" |
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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 Dec 3, 2015 22:55:58 GMT -8
Drude returns to the Sun, making his arrival as prominent as possible. He throws open the doors, strides between the tables, and perfectly impales the cork of an Avalon bottle with his finger, bringing it back to him when the spike retracts. He confidently parades into Reese's room, offering the skeleton the beverage. He telepathically said, Something you cannot drink. A gift from someone who cannot drink it.
I would like to discuss business."Why, thank you!" Reese slid some papers aside to make a place for the bottle to sit. If nothing else, I can offer it to my next visitor. Perhaps I could also do with a bowl of candies?...The lich reigned his thoughts back in and focused on the present, difficult though it was. He liked to think that such a mental capacity that allowed for different lines of thinking on a whim was a sign of— Realizing that Drude had finished talking and was now waiting for an answer, Reese broke off and replayed the last few seconds in his head. The delay would be negligible; the mind worked at an relatively quick pace. "Business, eh? What sort of business would this be, and how might I be of service?" |
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Registered: Nov 24, 2024 9:05:01 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2015 0:19:12 GMT -8
Drude returns to the Sun, making his arrival as prominent as possible. He throws open the doors, strides between the tables, and perfectly impales the cork of an Avalon bottle with his finger, bringing it back to him when the spike retracts. He confidently parades into Reese's room, offering the skeleton the beverage. He telepathically said, Something you cannot drink. A gift from someone who cannot drink it.
I would like to discuss business."Why, thank you!" Reese slid some papers aside to make a place for the bottle to sit. If nothing else, I can offer it to my next visitor. Perhaps I could also do with a bowl of candies?...The lich reigned his thoughts back in and focused on the present, difficult though it was. He liked to think that such a mental capacity that allowed for different lines of thinking on a whim was a sign of— Realizing that Drude had finished talking and was now waiting for an answer, Reese broke off and replayed the last few seconds in his head. The delay would be negligible; the mind worked at an relatively quick pace. "Business, eh? What sort of business would this be, and how might I be of service?" Drude remained motionless the whole time, patiently waiting. He did not much care for or understand Reese's display of "humanity," or his willingness to adhere to it so much. As a result, Drude could only feel awkward inside. Rather than waste any more time, he began. This business would be related to my work at the Midnight Sun. Previously, I have served as a bodyguard for the entity known as Grandma, and while this gave me an honorary induction into the family, I do not feel it is quite enough. Due to the nature of the Grandma Contract, I must never be far from the Midnight Sun's reach, or at the very least hers. This has prevented me from taking on multiple contracts, where in the previous millennia I have easily handled dozens of such contracts at a time. This lack of work is, understandably, off-putting.
I suppose I am rambling. In short, I would like to negotiate a contract regarding my services to the Midnight Sun as an entity, so that I may henceforth work as a formal member of the Family. If I need to speak with the Madame regarding the normal contract, as well, I can readily do so. |
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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 Dec 4, 2015 0:42:24 GMT -8
Seeing the Devils appear, Cyronin cautiously brought himself to his feet, his meal forgotten. Hand on sword-hilt, he wandered across the Sun to where Davous sat, walking behind him and asking, "Your demons?" Davous idly waves at Cyronin in acknowledgement, ignoring him until the deal was completed. Once negotiations had ended, he gestured to Cyronin, then to a chair opposite Davous. "Go ahead, have a seat! This one won't trap humans, I promise. ... Well, may the gods spare you if you're undead or something." Once Cyronin had taken a seat (or pointedly refused), Davous leaned back in his chair. " So! Yes. My demons. You're interested?" Cyronin pulled a seat over from the table beside, his hand no longer on his hilt. "Not interested. Confused. Why do you have demons? Only black sorcerers have them where I'm from." |
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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 Dec 4, 2015 6:38:35 GMT -8
Alden finishes his meal which was excellent, actually beyond excellent in his opinion and stands up. He looks at the three sitting at the table and say's to Skarlet.
"My apologies for speaking so carelessly ealier both to your character and your nature. I was unaware you were trying to keep what you are secret as it is obvious to me. I am not one to go around blabbing about other people so please rest assured no mobs will be roused against by anything I say."
His voice is uncharactertically serious as he says this to Skarlet. His grin and chipper tone return though as he turns to Karath and Reyna.
"Well it was fun spending time with you guys even if you made me worry for a few hours. I am going to go take a run I guess I'll meet you at the Inn to collect my cut of the job."
With that he leaves the midnight sun to do exactly what he said more or less. He climbs on to the roof of a nearby building and begins to run jumping from roof top to roof top using his enhanced strength and speed. His goal is to become more familar with the city as well as burn off some energy.
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Registered: Nov 24, 2024 9:05:01 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2015 9:03:15 GMT -8
Davous idly waves at Cyronin in acknowledgement, ignoring him until the deal was completed. Once negotiations had ended, he gestured to Cyronin, then to a chair opposite Davous. "Go ahead, have a seat! This one won't trap humans, I promise. ... Well, may the gods spare you if you're undead or something." Once Cyronin had taken a seat (or pointedly refused), Davous leaned back in his chair. " So! Yes. My demons. You're interested?" Cyronin pulled a seat over from the table beside, his hand no longer on his hilt. "Not interested. Confused. Why do you have demons? Only black sorcerers have them where I'm from." "Ah! Yes! Well, I've sort of got an interesting, ah, gig going on with the demons. I get to summon the demons whenever I want, and in return my soul's eternally screwed. But heck, I say! My soul's already gone! "Oh." Davous righted himself, realizing he had not yet made introductions. "Allow me to introduce myself. Davous the Black, necromancer-demonologist, at your service!" Davous offers his hand over the table for the shaking. |
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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 Dec 4, 2015 12:12:53 GMT -8
Maelik returned within a few moments, instantly taking note of the status of each plate, pointedly how empty they may or may not be. He was for the most part exuberant, everybody seemed to have enjoyed their meal, except for one.
The demon found himself staring at Reyna's barely touched dish, and one could swear the demon was just stabbed in the gut based on the devastated look he had on his face.
It didn't last long though as he quickly forced himself to wear a placid, although clearly empty smile and began to collect the empty plates and bowls. Once he had them all stacked on his platter the demon turned to the remaining three people at the table, his emotional state obviously interfering with his disguise as his diminished smile was now full of needle sharp fangs.
"Seeing as the Madame and that other fellow are missing I can't really ask them their preference but will you be requiring any desserts this evening? Perhaps more refreshments?"
The Lord couldn't help but continue to glare at Reyna's plate, his eyes reverting to their demonic state more and more with each passing moment.
"And I am sorry for the inconvenience but I must ask if you're... *gulp* finished with your meal there my good lady. If so I'll remove it for you at once..."
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238 
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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 Dec 4, 2015 17:06:15 GMT -8
Madame Naoki closes and locks the door to her office, seats herself in her chair, and responds to Artemis.
“No, not yet. She probably has a lot to do, in the work she missed today, and in preparation.”
A touch of Naoki’s hand causes a small drawer in the desk to slide open. Reaching inside, she extracts a small book. Bound with red leather, no words or inscriptions are visible on either cover. The only exterior marking is on the binding, a small number “10” in golden ink. Closing the drawer and placing the book on the desk, she takes her quill, and begins to write. The book is evidently some sort of journal or personal record.
She continues to write, in her carefully looping script, until she is interrupted.
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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 Dec 4, 2015 17:27:06 GMT -8
"I accept your apology." Skarlet said as she finished her plate. When the demon chef arrives she'd smile up at him. "Thank you Mr. Ulciscor. I don't dine much at all, but I was very satisfied with my meal you presented me. I very much liked the bacon and that fried potato food."
She stood up from her seat and lay a cold hand on his shoulder. She caught a glance at his gaze on Reyna's plate. "Don't be upset, I believe she just doesn't have an appetite. The man absent from the table and the Madame seem to have enjoyed what they were served as well before they made their leave. I shall be turning in for the night now."
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
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She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Dec 4, 2015 18:11:45 GMT -8
After a fair bit of time spent drawing the complex rune, Grandma finally seemed satisfied with it. She motioned for the maids and told them to make preparations to have it recopied and sealed away in multiple locations. She rose from the chair stiffly and made her way to the door, unlocking it and heading towards Naoki’s chambers.
A short walk later, she reached the door leading into Naoki’s office, two new maids flanking her on either side. She knocked on the door with her cane, sighing as she waited for Artemis to open the door.
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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 Dec 4, 2015 18:14:07 GMT -8
Cyronin pulled a seat over from the table beside, his hand no longer on his hilt. "Not interested. Confused. Why do you have demons? Only black sorcerers have them where I'm from." "Ah! Yes! Well, I've sort of got an interesting, ah, gig going on with the demons. I get to summon the demons whenever I want, and in return my soul's eternally screwed. But heck, I say! My soul's already gone! "Oh." Davous righted himself, realizing he had not yet made introductions. "Allow me to introduce myself. Davous the Black, necromancer-demonologist, at your service!" Davous offers his hand over the table for the shaking. Cyronin took the hand, shaking it firmly. "Cyronin the Blue, at yours and your family's." "I suppose that must be... helpful from time to time. What do they actually do?" |
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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 Dec 4, 2015 18:26:37 GMT -8
Reese contemplated Drude's proposal. He knew very well what it was like to be held back from his other activities, and the request was quite reasonable. Drude had served Grandma quite well, and was the closest thing to an unofficial family member as they had.
"This sounds convenient for both parties. The Madame will wish to be the final person to authorize this. She's going to be quite busy for the next little while, though, so we may as well get the papers drafted up and ready for her to copy in her own hand. She can make any changes to it when we present it."
A paper and pen were lying within easy reach. Reese slid them both over to the side of the desk closest to Drude.
"I assume that, seeing as you have approached me, you have some idea as to the specifics of this document? Go ahead and scribble them down. If anything needs to be altered, we can discuss that before the creation of the next draft."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2015 20:53:14 GMT -8
"Ah! Yes! Well, I've sort of got an interesting, ah, gig going on with the demons. I get to summon the demons whenever I want, and in return my soul's eternally screwed. But heck, I say! My soul's already gone! "Oh." Davous righted himself, realizing he had not yet made introductions. "Allow me to introduce myself. Davous the Black, necromancer-demonologist, at your service!" Davous offers his hand over the table for the shaking. Cyronin took the hand, shaking it firmly. "Cyronin the Blue, at yours and your family's." "I suppose that must be... helpful from time to time. What do they actually do?" Davous took a short swig of his drink, preparing his response. "Well, ah. I don't really know? It varies a bit. Personally, I keep a demon on my person for testing food and drink. I can get them around for other purposes, too: groceries, personal defense, message delivery, espionage..." Davous sat back and thought for a moment what to think next. The accursed din of this bar was making his ears ring... Well, that was owed more to the drink, but the noise didn't help. "Oh. You know what. I've been stingy. What do you do?" |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2015 21:40:44 GMT -8
Reese contemplated Drude's proposal. He knew very well what it was like to be held back from his other activities, and the request was quite reasonable. Drude had served Grandma quite well, and was the closest thing to an unofficial family member as they had. "This sounds convenient for both parties. The Madame will wish to be the final person to authorize this. She's going to be quite busy for the next little while, though, so we may as well get the papers drafted up and ready for her to copy in her own hand. She can make any changes to it when we present it." A paper and pen were lying within easy reach. Reese slid them both over to the side of the desk closest to Drude. "I assume that, seeing as you have approached me, you have some idea as to the specifics of this document? Go ahead and scribble them down. If anything needs to be altered, we can discuss that before the creation of the next draft." . Drude turned his "face" to the paper, and letters began writing themselves on the document. If Reese were fluent in the writing of any of the more ancient languages, he would recognize that Drude's style of writing is very similar. Term 1. Drude is to be employed under the Midnight Sun for a period as defined by the Midnight Sun, no longer than 300 years.
Term 2. At the end of this period, Drude is to receive a portion of the Midnight Sun's holdings proportional to the time he has served. If the contract is mutually terminated prior to the end of Drude's employment period, he is not to be paid.
Term 3. Should the establishment known as the Midnight Sun dissolve for any reason prior to the end of Drude's employment period, Drude will continue to fulfill his employment under the last owner of the Midnight Sun, no longer than to the end of the original agreed date.
Term 4. Drude shall not be given any assignment that would inevitably result in Drude's death. Drude is obligated to otherwise fulfill any assignment provided by the Midnight Sun.
Term 5. If the Midnight Sun breaks any of these terms at any time before the contract's expiration, they are obligated to immediately grant Drude his full payment and cease his employment at the Midnight Sun. Likewise, if Drude breaks any of these terms at any time before the contract's expiration, his employment at the Midnight Sun is to be terminated immediately without pay.
Term 6. This contract may only be prematurely terminated by mutual agreement between the signatories below. The contract, in whole or in part, cannot be terminated by any other person than the signatories below.
Term 7. Should one of the signatories below be deceased before the contract's proposed premature termination, the signatory's familial or business successor shall stand in for the signatory, with priority toward the business successor. |
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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 Dec 5, 2015 7:52:45 GMT -8
Artemis pops the last bite of ham into her mouth and chews slowly, savoring the flavor. She takes a few moments before responding to Naoki to lick the juices off of her fingers one at a time in a slow, absently sensual motion, each digit exiting her mouth with a soft, wet, pop.
"I imagine she does have quite a bit of unfinished work laying about," she muses. "The benefit and the curse of being one's own boss, after all."
"That, and she's probably obsessing endlessly over what to wear, or how to do her hair. You've hooked her well and good, Naoki." A teasing grin creeps onto her face. "Then again, I'd expect nothing less after you had sex with her for two hours."
Grandma's knock on the door interrupts whatever lecherous train of conversation Artemis was about to embark on. She casts a quick glance at Naoki as she pulls on her gloves. Receiving an affirmative nod, she slips back into her professional demeanor, and pulls open the door.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
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An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
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She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Dec 5, 2015 8:39:18 GMT -8
Grandma gives a small smile to Artemis as she opens the door, giving her a pat on the arm, before making her way over to Naoki. The two maids continue following Grandma, pulling a chair over to Naoki’s desk for Grandma to sit at. She then motions for them to withdraw and both immediately walk over to the side of the room and stand silently.
“Ah, my dear Naoki, it has been far too long since I last had a proper chat with you. There truly is so much to do in such a short amount of time. I would have seen you sooner, but I’ve had so much dull but necessary business to go about.”
Grandma sighed tiredly as she said this. After a moment of looking through her handbag she pulled a rather crumpled piece of paper out and placed it on Naoki’s desk.
“I have a number of things I’ll be needing you to use your connections to pick up for me. You could call it a pet project of mine, but trust me, it’ll come in handy one day.” Grandma gives Naoki a sly smile as she says this.
If Naoki looked at the paper, she would find a massive list of various things, ranging from building materials to specific types of workers. There were also a number of other small pieces of paper attached to the list that appeared to be rather crude blueprints for a building of some kind.
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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 Dec 5, 2015 14:29:41 GMT -8
As Grandma enters the room, Naoki pauses in her writing, shuts the book, and slides it to one side of her desk. She accepts the proffered list, and skims over its contents, idly trying to smooth the creases with her other hand. What she reads on Grandma’s List causes her eyebrows to raise.
“I see.... Some of these things will be difficult to come by… These are rare… Those will need to be imported… But I can do it.”
She continues reading, each item on the list, until she is finished.
“As I acquire these items, I’ll send them to the storeroom, for you to relocate as you choose. Some of these things are too large or too numerous to fit in the storeroom, however, and I’ll speak with you again once they’re about to arrive. I trust you’ll keep me informed of your progress?”
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Kate Green
Dedicated
Assessing the damage w/ Naoki
Roleplay posts: 309
Age: 19
Physical Description: Kate is built slenderly, but working in her gardens and on the field has defined her muscles. Her eyes shine with an amber hue and her silvery hair never seems to get dirty from the work she still insists on doing herself.
(Full Sized image: http://imgur.com/bJTWavF)
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a pink apron on her that has a simple square pattern. Underneath, brownish green pants and a black tube top. Many tools, such as a flower shovel, a small rake and a spray bottle, fit inside her pockets. A large red ribbon complements her hair.
When she was working at the Midnight Sun, she replaced her red ribbon with a black one she was gifted when she first joined. She also had a green dress, gifted to her by Naoki.
After being gone away for a long time, she has since expanded her wardrobe, and tends not to think about her clothes too much and follows whatever trends Naoki says are popular now.
Player's online availability : Consistently inconsistent
Registered: Sept 4, 2015 15:04:46 GMT -8
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Post by Kate Green on Dec 5, 2015 16:41:04 GMT -8
Mr. Reese, could you please inform Madame that her date has arrived.
Kate wasn’t completely sure how this telepathic communication worked, but she had pressed her hand against the gem embedded to her ribbon and tried really hard to think clearly. She was out of breath, since she had noticed the sun was going down, and that had caused her to panic.
This was not how I planned this at all…
Kate pushed open the front doors blushing somewhat, as the male patrons turned their heads when she entered. Kate felt a little uneasy, since she usually didn’t make a number out of herself, but to her, it felt like all the eyes on the room were on her.
Oh wow. maybe the mascara was good choice after all...
She had picked out a small black purse to go with her dress, and now she noticed herself clutching it more tightly than before. She felt the need to level with Naoki on this occasion, so she specifically picked heels which added about an inch. Their design was very open, curling around the ankle in a snake-like fashion and showed a lot of skin. The makeup she wore was simple but effective, making her look a more mature in comparison to her usual visage. The men at the bar could not look away from the enticingly framed eyes of gold.
Not quite sure where Naoki would expect to meet her, Kate instinctively made her way through the crowd to the madame’s door.
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