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 27, 2015 18:09:13 GMT -8
"Hehe, yeah it is. I felt nervous putting it on for the first time but I'm starting to feel more comfortable in it." Skarlet looks around, "Yeah, you can look around, just don't go through any closed doors, unless it's the bathroom which is labeled as bathroom."
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Lum'Valia
Dedicated
Normally a dragon, sometimes an angel, always good.
Roleplay posts: 325
Age: 1248
Physical Description: 128 feet long from head to tail. Her eyes which are usually half lidded glow silver. Her scales are a bright white that glows with energy and her massive wings are covered in alabaster feathers. She is a dragon so of course, she is unspeakable beautiful like a work of art.
Her voice is a difficult thing to described. It is a languid thing low and sonorous. Each word she speaks seems to be set to some unheard melody and those who hear her voice often get wrapped up in it. It's almost as though everything she says is part of a comforting lullaby from your childhood wrapping you up making you feel safe.
She specializes in light and holy magics, and her breath attack is a torrent of purifying white flame. Her flame attacks not the body but the soul purging and cleansing evil on a spiritual level. Her flame can turn someone who has been led astray back to the path of good and destroy those who are truly evil. She of course also has all the fearsome physical capabilities of her kind.
In her angelic form, she is lovely. Standing at roughly 5'8 with a slim and curvaceous figure. Her skin is a glowing alabaster and she has large wings with ivory feathers. Her hair is a lustrous silver color and spills down to her mid back. Her features are delicate, with high cheek bones, a pert nose, full lips, and beautiful silver eyes. Currently, she is in her human form, which looks identical to her angelic form but with red hair, and eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Dragons don't need gear.
Registered: Nov 26, 2015 20:26:13 GMT -8
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Post by Lum'Valia on Dec 27, 2015 18:23:43 GMT -8
"Thank you very much." The dragoness beams one final time at Skarlet then moves into the bar properly. Though many turn their heads to stare at the angelic;y beautiful creature, there are surprisingly no cat calls even from the drunkest lout. Her aura of divine love drive such vulgarities from most minds. She takes a seat at the bar moving with absolute grace, and then she begins to hum the tune reverberating throughout the bar. |
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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 27, 2015 18:55:29 GMT -8
Some time later...
Cyronin the Blue stepped up to the door, rapping sharply on it. He had been told that the woman who would interview them would be within. Waiting patiently outside the door to be admitted entry, he started idly looking at the whorls on the wooden door.
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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 Dec 27, 2015 19:23:31 GMT -8
Sometime later in the day, after Artaxerxes has been dealt with.
Within the office, Madame Naoki’s ears swivel around at the round of rapping on her door. She straightens from her reclining position in her chair, removing her bare feet from the desk top. Placing a red-tassled bookmark in her current reading endeavor (The Annotated Epistemolographic Observations, by Leonard J.), she stands, striding over to the door.
Her tail twitches; perhaps a tell of her curiosity. She wasn’t expecting any visitors, who could this be? With a single, practiced movement, she undoes the array of locks, and opens the door.
She recognizes the pair. A couple of the bar regulars. One of them had a demon on their shoulder. The infamous Davous, more likely than not. Someone had sent them up, perhaps Kevin; no one came to her door without reason. What business might they have with her, she wonders. Regardless, she nods her head in amicable greeting.
“Gentlemen. I assume you have some business to discuss, come in.”
Moving out of the doorframe, she gestures to the pair of guest chairs that sit before her desk. After the duo enter, she would shut the door behind them, before taking her own chair on the far side of the desk.
“What can I do for you two today?”
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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 27, 2015 19:37:21 GMT -8
Cyronin nodded to Naoki in reply, and stepped in the door, choosing to stand rather than sit.
"We seek employment. I specialise in physical security. His specialty, however," he said, nodding towards Davous, "is somewhat more exotic, although most likely somewhat imaginable. He is, however, utterly hungover." He glanced over to read the cover of the book with the tasselled bookmark in it. The Annotated Epistemolographic Observations. It looked interesting, he concluded. He would ask to borrow it at some point, once she was done with it.
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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 27, 2015 20:22:23 GMT -8
Maelik wandered back in to the bar with the slowest and most deliberate pace imaginable, his face a somber mask of disappointment and broken dreams. Granted they were trivial dreams that could be fulfilled at almost any other time but dreams nonetheless.
Immediately the Lord noticed something was off, the usual dark and dingy atmosphere was replaced by some sort of horrible lovey dovey aura. He almost retched upon feeling it rubbing up against his own hostility increasing aura, the polar opposite of this sickening sensation he felt.
He concentrated his demonic aura around himself to negate the effect and continued through the bar as if nothing was the matter, dissipating his tiny traveling hat as he went.
It didn't take him long to track down the source of it all, some unearthly beauty with angel wings that sat herself down on one of the bar seats.
"An angel!" he thought to himself, "Righteous zealots the lot of them and no sense of taste either! And don't even think about having a civil discussion with them, it always, 'Cease your machinations you vile fiend!' or 'Release your grip upon the spoons of this village!' Horrible little feather heads every last one!"
Seeing as his size and appearance made it hard for him to hide Maelik instead opted to simply give the angleic woman a wide breadth of space, not even attempting to hide himself in any way as he approached Skarlet.
"So..." he began with an awkward grumble, "my dear Skarlet, do you any idea when that knockout came strolling on in?" He pointed at Lum'Valia with his thumb in an offhanded sort of way.
"Because for some reason or another she's really messing with my mojo..." The demon only then realized that Skarlet may not have already seen him in his true form and that perhaps it may be prudent to reintroduce himself, and that could only mean one thing. MORE BOWS!
"Oh yes, I'm not entirely sure if you are aware of this but I am the one you called Ulscisor, I find that first impressions are better made when one isn't a big scary beast of a creature. Of course hiding one's appearance can get tiring after a point so I've done away with the concept all together, but I digress. You may call me Maelik, a pleasure to meet you once again."
He bent back down to give the vampire another one of his trademarked sweeping bows before slipping right up next to her, looming over to get his maw in line with her ear.
"But that's neither here nor there, back to the main point... Who is that?"
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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 Dec 27, 2015 20:37:26 GMT -8
Fumbling around on the desk, Naoki’s hand selects its new object to fondle. A small ring, overlooked on the desk from when she was offering Artaxerxes a gem. Smooth and circular, it’s perfect to roll between finger and palm.
It seems apparent to even the most casual observer that Davous isn’t fully present. He looks to have slumped over on the floor, head resting on one of the short bookshelves flanking the door. Naoki regards the pair over the desk before sitting back down and addressing Cryonin.
“He can sit there on the floor, then. If he regurgitates on my carpet, I’m going to charge him for it. As for you, physical security, you say? How about your name?”
She chuckles a bit to herself. It was a frequent occurrence, people forgetting to introduce themselves to her.
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Artaxerxes
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 34
Physical Description:
Artaxerxes is a wandering knifegrinder. He is well built, with dark hair and light skin.
Clothes and Equipment:
Artaxerxes wears a cloak and carries a pack full of supplies. He is commonly seen with a dagger at his side, a walking stick in his hand, and a smile on his face. His supplies include a bedroll, a pot for cooking meals, herbs of varying kinds, and a grinding wheel.
Registered: Dec 22, 2015 17:25:19 GMT -8
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Post by Artaxerxes on Dec 28, 2015 11:09:14 GMT -8
After Artaxerxes has finished filling out the forms, Madame Naoki takes a moment to check them over, checking to ensure he’s signed in on all the right lines, and giving a cursory examination of the information he put on the form. “We could probably find some magnification tools for you to use. As far as a forge or workshop goes, no, not really. We have some empty rooms, though, you can assume one of them as your workshop.” Satisfied with his work, Naoki files the forms away into a folder, which she then labels with his name. She would later file the folder away with its kin in the sitting room. “As for what work you’ll do exactly, that’s sort of a good question. We’re not exactly an army, yet. We don’t all have tools to be sharpened. Though, I imagine that the chefs go through a lot of knives…” “All of this paperwork is in order, so you’re now an official Midnight Sun employee. Congratulations.” Reaching into another drawer of her desk, she considers the contents for a moment, before carefully selecting a small purple gem, of high quality and octagonal cut. She holds it between two fingers, displaying it to Artaxerxes. “Another thing you should be aware of, we have a unique system of communication. A sort of magical gemcraft, each member carries one of these purple gems on their person somewhere. They allow for telepathic communication between the gem-holder and Mr. Cresno, our resident... communications... coordinator. He’s in the office across the hall, you’ll need to be introduced.” Placing the gem back into the drawer, she grabs a handful of the drawer’s contents, and dumps it on the desk with a small orchestra of clinking metal. It’s an impressive assortment of metal jewelry, earrings, rings, brooches, made of gold, iron, silver, and other metals. Each item has a purple jewel embedded into it in some form. She spreads the pile out on the desk, showcasing the assortment. “However, as opposed to just carrying these gems in our pockets, most choose to wear a trinket, or bit of jewelry with the gem embedded into it. For example, I have this earring. Others have necklaces, rings, piercings, or have had the gem embedded into a bit of clothing they wear all the time. The way you wear yours is mostly up to you, but you should keep in mind that for the gem to function it has to touch your skin, so it should be kept somewhere where you can touch it easily, perhaps even covertly. You have the option of selecting one of these items here, or, if you don’t find any of these to your liking, we can have Mr. Cresno make you a custom piece. You’ll need to wear a gem in some way, but the choice of how is yours.” “After you’ve selected a way to wear your gem, we’ll need to briefly stop in with Mr. Cresno, allow him to make a note and calibrate your gem, or whatever it is he does, then I’ll show you your room, and introduce you to the kitchen staff.” Artaxerxes picks up a plain silver ring and puts it on his left index finger. He appraises it for a second, then nods. "This'll do. I've heard of this Reese Cresno before. Whispers of a Lich in Isra that has eyes everywhere. I'm interested in finally meeting this man." Artaxerxes gets up and follows Naoki out the door. |
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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 Dec 28, 2015 11:38:06 GMT -8
Madame Naoki leads the way out the office, and across the hall, to the door of Mr. Cresno’s office. She gently raps twice with the back of her knuckles, before carefully pushing the door inwards. She nods her head in greeting, and motions for Artaxerxes to have a seat somewhere.
As she begins to address Mr. Cresno, her eyes come to rest on the map to her right. It is a map of The Free City and the surrounding lands, marked with pins for notable figures. Off to one side, out in the plains, she examines a black rectangle. Some new names are present there. Interesting.
“Reese. This is, as you’re well aware, Artaxerxes, the newest member of the family. I’ve already given him a ring, so if you’d be so kind as to do whatever sort of attuning it is that you usually do, and to set him up with a room on the second floor, I’d be much obliged.”
Finished devouring the information available on the wall, her gaze drifts over to Reese's desk. A particular red labeled folder catches her eye.
“Ah, I see you’ve finished your report. Excellent. Send him back to me once you’re finished with him, and I’ll introduce Artaxerxes to our cooking staff.”
Swiping the folder from the desk, and nodding to the pair of them, Madame Naoki exits, already peeking into the top of the folder. She takes it back into her office, and sits back down to review its contents.
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Raulio Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 68
Age: 28
Clothes and Equipment: A white jacket and pants, a tool kit, a lyre, a notebook and pencil, and a pouch of coffee and green tea candy
Registered: Oct 14, 2015 19:52:13 GMT -8
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Post by Raulio Fletcher on Dec 28, 2015 13:00:10 GMT -8
"And so... the mighty Megan and her trusted companions walked off into the sunset, their minds already restless with thoughts of their next adventure. Hmm... No no no this won't do. BAH! Curse my constant recycling of the same sentence structure!"
The gaunt, energetic, white-coated gentlemen had literally wandered his way into the Nexus, without giving much thought to his surroundings. Why would he? He had tried all the exotic food, seen all the jewelry, felt all the fabrics (he could never afford anything). His own mind was far more interesting. There was nothing special about the poor beggars and dead rats that littered the street, nothing intriguing about the barely dressed hookers preparing for their scouting missions, absolutely nothing special about the mysteriously tall immaculately constructed building-
"What's this?!"
Raulio's hair perked up. This place... this place had a story. He could sense it immediately.
"My friend! This is it! This is where I will finish my story!"
He darted towards the building's doors, his tongue practically flapping and waving in the air like a dog. "For ART!"
As he burst through he was hit with the sights and smells of one of the most mysterious and well-designed clubs he had ever seen. "Yes... yes this will do." He sat down at the closest chair he could find and set to work.
Apparently he wasn't entirely speaking to himself. A small, brilliantly colored beetle, a souvenir of his last adventure in Ozmodias, flew out of his hair and sat in front of his sketchbook, where Raulio was furiously drawing pictures of a rather attractive looking mage. His notebook was sitting right next to it. Occasionally he'd switch between the two for reference.
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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 Dec 28, 2015 13:15:40 GMT -8
The twins walk in, tired from their trip to Gauldin. As per usual, they head over to the bar and get two glasses of milk. They sit down, but are soon distracted.
Who's that man over there?
The purple one?
No, the skinny one. He's drawing.
Oh, that one. That's kind of neat. He's good at drawing.
Yeah. Let's go see.
Together, the twins hop off their tall barstools and wander over to where Raulio is drawing. They stand behind him and stare unsettlingly over his shoulder. After a while, they speak in chorus.
"What are you drawing, mister?"
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Raulio Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 68
Age: 28
Clothes and Equipment: A white jacket and pants, a tool kit, a lyre, a notebook and pencil, and a pouch of coffee and green tea candy
Registered: Oct 14, 2015 19:52:13 GMT -8
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Post by Raulio Fletcher on Dec 28, 2015 13:22:14 GMT -8
Completely unfazed by the inherent creepiness of the two children, Raulio answered, "Ah, she is the hero of my story."  Because apparently this is what Megan Zachurr looks like in his mind.The beetle circled the drawing, occasionally tapping its tiny feet on certain spots on the page. Raulio responded as if these were instructions. "Yes, more detail here, more shading here, yes, yes that's perfect." Amazingly, these so-called instructions seemed to be working. While scarcely skipping a beat, Raulio also pulled out some chocolate bonbons saturated with caffeine and handed them to the twins. |
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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 Dec 28, 2015 13:29:49 GMT -8
"Thank you, mister."
The twins take the chocolate bonbons and pop them into their mouths.
Mmm, that's sweet.
Yeah, it's good. I feel a little funny, though...
Come to think of it, so do I. Come on, let's go do something.
Right now?
Yes, right now! I'm not tired any more!
Neither am I, that's weird.
Let's go!
The twins sprint out of the bar, speeding through the door and out into the night.
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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 28, 2015 14:15:34 GMT -8
Maelik wandered back in to the bar with the slowest and most deliberate pace imaginable, his face a somber mask of disappointment and broken dreams. Granted they were trivial dreams that could be fulfilled at almost any other time but dreams nonetheless. Immediately the Lord noticed something was off, the usual dark and dingy atmosphere was replaced by some sort of horrible lovey dovey aura. He almost retched upon feeling it rubbing up against his own hostility increasing aura, the polar opposite of this sickening sensation he felt. He concentrated his demonic aura around himself to negate the effect and continued through the bar as if nothing was the matter, dissipating his tiny traveling hat as he went. It didn't take him long to track down the source of it all, some unearthly beauty with angel wings that sat herself down on one of the bar seats. " An angel!" he thought to himself, " Righteous zealots the lot of them and no sense of taste either! And don't even think about having a civil discussion with them, it always, 'Cease your machinations you vile fiend!' or 'Release your grip upon the spoons of this village!' Horrible little feather heads every last one!" Seeing as his size and appearance made it hard for him to hide Maelik instead opted to simply give the angleic woman a wide breadth of space, not even attempting to hide himself in any way as he approached Skarlet. "So..." he began with an awkward grumble, "my dear Skarlet, do you any idea when that knockout came strolling on in?" He pointed at Lum'Valia with his thumb in an offhanded sort of way. "Because for some reason or another she's really messing with my mojo..." The demon only then realized that Skarlet may not have already seen him in his true form and that perhaps it may be prudent to reintroduce himself, and that could only mean one thing. MORE BOWS! "Oh yes, I'm not entirely sure if you are aware of this but I am the one you called Ulscisor, I find that first impressions are better made when one isn't a big scary beast of a creature. Of course hiding one's appearance can get tiring after a point so I've done away with the concept all together, but I digress. You may call me Maelik, a pleasure to meet you once again." He bent back down to give the vampire another one of his trademarked sweeping bows before slipping right up next to her, looming over to get his maw in line with her ear. "But that's neither here nor there, back to the main point... Who is that?" "Oh! You're Ulciscor? So this is you're true form? Well met again, yeah." Skarlet was surprised when Maelik showed up. "Y-yeah, that woman came in not too long ago. I didn't catch her name; I do agree she feels... off." |
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Lum'Valia
Dedicated
Normally a dragon, sometimes an angel, always good.
Roleplay posts: 325
Age: 1248
Physical Description: 128 feet long from head to tail. Her eyes which are usually half lidded glow silver. Her scales are a bright white that glows with energy and her massive wings are covered in alabaster feathers. She is a dragon so of course, she is unspeakable beautiful like a work of art.
Her voice is a difficult thing to described. It is a languid thing low and sonorous. Each word she speaks seems to be set to some unheard melody and those who hear her voice often get wrapped up in it. It's almost as though everything she says is part of a comforting lullaby from your childhood wrapping you up making you feel safe.
She specializes in light and holy magics, and her breath attack is a torrent of purifying white flame. Her flame attacks not the body but the soul purging and cleansing evil on a spiritual level. Her flame can turn someone who has been led astray back to the path of good and destroy those who are truly evil. She of course also has all the fearsome physical capabilities of her kind.
In her angelic form, she is lovely. Standing at roughly 5'8 with a slim and curvaceous figure. Her skin is a glowing alabaster and she has large wings with ivory feathers. Her hair is a lustrous silver color and spills down to her mid back. Her features are delicate, with high cheek bones, a pert nose, full lips, and beautiful silver eyes. Currently, she is in her human form, which looks identical to her angelic form but with red hair, and eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Dragons don't need gear.
Registered: Nov 26, 2015 20:26:13 GMT -8
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Post by Lum'Valia on Dec 28, 2015 20:18:21 GMT -8
Lum'Valia looked up when the demon entered the bar. she frowned slightly, but she took no action as she is not a hypocrite. She was not one to trumpet how all life was sacred, and then try to exterminate a being simply for being born a different species. She had never once in her life started a fight, and she would not start now. The demon had also answered the question that had been nagging at the back of Lum'Valia's mind. She was now able to pin down why this bar had caught her attention, it was saturated with magical energies. Those energies included but were not limited to demonic energy, which what brought her in. Even with this question answered she is not quite ready to leave yet, she decides to add some more positive energy into the bars mix. The dragoness lifts her voice from a simple hum to full song, and soon a refreshing floral scent permeates the bar and the sunlight streaming in through the windows grows brighter. Like before in the Green's Greens, her music begins to draw an audience to the bar. |
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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 Dec 28, 2015 20:29:14 GMT -8
About half an hour later, the twins run back inside. Their wings are stained red, and they seem to be cleaning their faces off with handkerchiefs. Aah, that was nice.Yeah.Bath time.Wait, look at that singing lady. She's got wings, just like us!Oh, she must be one of Mr. Hasdrubal's friends!The twins walk over to Lum'Valia, smiling creepily. "Hello! Are you one of Mr. Hasdrubal's friends?" The angel would instantly recognize the scent of blood coming strongly from the twins. |
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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 28, 2015 21:24:05 GMT -8
Fumbling around on the desk, Naoki’s hand selects its new object to fondle. A small ring, overlooked on the desk from when she was offering Artaxerxes a gem. Smooth and circular, it’s perfect to roll between finger and palm. It seems apparent to even the most casual observer that Davous isn’t fully present. He looks to have slumped over on the floor, head resting on one of the short bookshelves flanking the door. Naoki regards the pair over the desk before sitting back down and addressing Cryonin. “He can sit there on the floor, then. If he regurgitates on my carpet, I’m going to charge him for it. As for you, physical security, you say? How about your name?” She chuckles a bit to herself. It was a frequent occurrence, people forgetting to introduce themselves to her. "Where I come from, names are not important to others - only actions. Nonetheless, my name is Cyronin. Cyronin the Blue." Cyronin takes Davous by the shoulder, sitting him down on the floor. "His name is Davous the Black." |
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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 Dec 28, 2015 21:47:10 GMT -8
Naoki shrugs.
“Perhaps. But it’s awkward to refer to people using only verbs and pronouns. Even if the name itself isn’t important, there’s value to be had in the inherent utility that comes with having a proper noun to use.”
As is her perpetual habit, Madame Naoki has found some small trinket to fiddle with while speaking. A single Eclipse coin rolls between her thumb and index finger, occasionally pausing to be flipped up in the air and caught again.
“Regardless, it’s good to meet you. What sort of ‘physical security’ do you do, exactly? Are your skills tailored to being a bodyguard? A siege defense coordinator, a shield-bearer? What sort of talent are you looking to make use of, potentially working for The Midnight Sun?”
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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 28, 2015 21:51:58 GMT -8
"I can do all three of those, and more. In the lands I fought in, I was a leading general. A role which involved coordinating sieges from both ends. I served as a personal guard to my Lord, which taught me in bodyguarding. I haven't tried shield-bearing, but it does not seem difficult." Cyronin was not conceited over his skills, but he was aware of them and how valuable they could potentially be.
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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 Dec 28, 2015 23:32:32 GMT -8
Madame Naoki nods again, appreciatively, again impressed with the quality of all these people approaching her for jobs. They’re coming in the door every hour, two at a time, now. A general and a demon… coordinating person. Impressive.
“An impressive résumé; we currently lack one with knowledge relating to coordinating battles. If you’ll accept my offer, I would like to sign you on with a very general job description, just an ‘Agent’. Such a wide job title would both match your skillset, and leave you with a great deal of flexibility within the organization.”
Reaching into her desk for the umpteenth time, she pulls out a few blank sheets of paper, having used all of her pre-prepared documents. Quill in hand, she begins to draft Cyonin’s contract.
Madame Naoki points with the tip of her quill to the pile of assorted jewelry, still present in a small mound on the left side of her desk.
“Go ahead and pick one of those. Here at The Midnight Sun, we use communication gems. Each one of those purple gemstones is enchanted with some sort of magical effect that allows telepathic communication between the wearer and Mr. Cresno, our communications coordinator. All employees carry one on their person somewhere, usually embedded into a trinket, or bit of jewelry, or what have you.”
Once Naoki finishes creating another set of the standard documents, she slides them across the desk to Cyonin. They’re the same three documents she has presented to every employee, when hiring them. Cyonin would be expected to fill out the form, and sign on the lines if he agrees to the stated terms.
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