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
|
Post by Empress Naoki on Feb 5, 2016 1:08:02 GMT -8
Leaning forward once again, Naoki reaches down under the table, and disables the silencing rune. The glowing symbol on the table fades, and the standard cacophony of The Midnight Sun returns, the loud and boisterous shouts of its patrons, the clinking of glasses and silverware. Madame Naoki stands, and after Artemis exits the booth, follows suit. She addresses Raulio, wherever he might be waiting in proximity. “Thank you for waiting. I didn’t anticipate all of these delays. However, I must apologize, but there is going to be a brief detour on our trip. I need to visit a particular shop in the city, and speak with its owner. It shouldn’t take long, though. In the interest of proceeding with all due speed, allow me to excuse myself to go change. We’ll be back in just a moment- meet you at the front door.” With that said and a nod given, Madame Naoki and Artemis proceed to the rear of the bar area, and out of sight up the stairs. A short while thereafter, the pair arrive at the front door, prepared for the trip. Artemis is the designated backpack carrier, the large canvas pack held on her back with a pair of straps. It bulges in a few places, obviously full of supplies. Meanwhile, Naoki carries a strange contrivance; a wrought iron lantern hanging from the end of a polished crook. However, instead of the customary candle or flame inside the lantern, an orange, tetragonal crystal is affixed. Additionally, Naoki has changed from of her Midnight Sun ‘uniform’ into some more comfortable traveling clothes. A deep blue, knitted sweater, and a pair of fine leather boots. As good as the uniform looks, and as excellent a word as ‘peplum’ is, the thing is simply uncomfortable to wear for any length of time. Very much a dress uniform, not something Naoki will be wearing for the fun of wearing it. With a wave of her hand, she directs the group into the entryway of The Midnight Sun, but stops just short of the door. “Nearly prepared to leave, allow me to activate this.” In her boots, Naoki finds it awkward to stand on her toes to reach up into the lantern, and instead tilts the crook downwards to allow her to easily reach the interior of the lantern. Holding the crook in one hand- carefully, she reaches a finger inside, and gently presses against the surface of the crystal. It sizzles, and wisps of smoke rise from the point of contact. A sharp intake of breath, and Naoki instinctively withdraws her finger and moves her other hand to clutch it. CLANG. The sound of dropped lantern hitting stone floor is muffled slightly, as it smashes into the toe of Naoki’s boot, but is still loud enough to echo through the vestibule of The Midnight Sun. “OH FOR- … ” Naoki bites her lip, bends her knees, and quietly seats herself on the floor. She sits there for a moment, knees up to her chest, rocking forward and backward on her heels, one hand in the other, both clutching the toe of her boot. She stares directly ahead, and silently curses Reese and his understatement. "Sting a bit", he said. She speaks in a curt, measured tone from her place on the floor, “Don’t touch me, please.”
"Sting a bit.", he said. But wait! With her uninjured left hand, she reaches across the front of her body, into the small pouch hanging on her right hip. She probes the contents of the pouch cautiously, attempting to select a gem from inside based on shape alone. After a moment or so of careful selection, she pulls out a small gemstone. An ascher cut ruby. She thinks back to what else Reese had said, regarding the spells attached to each type of gem in her bag. “Ruby for vigor.”Hoping that she hasn’t misremembered his instructions, Naoki clutches the gem in her left palm, and activates it. A slight reddish shimmer envelops her hand, and spreads, dissipating across the rest of her body. Almost immediately, the pain fades from both her finger and toes, courtesy of the gem’s magic. She holds her right finger up, and examines the tip, where it had touched the lantern-gem. No red mark, no cauterized flesh, nothing. Just her finger, perfectly fine and unseared. Placing her hand across the toe of her boot, she wiggles her toes within the boot, and finds them all fully functional and surprisingly unmangled. Amazing. Reese’s gemcraft is potent, if nothing else. Replacing the ruby in her pouch, drawing the drawstring shut again, and picking the lantern up from the floor, she stands, and dusts herself off. “I’m fine. That smarts a bit, but I’m fine.” It is at this moment that the effects of the lantern become obvious. Now activated, the tall orange crystal glows brightly, illuminating the entryway of The Sun with ease, the tinted glow drowning out the soft yellow candles mounted on the walls. Additionally, the more easily noticeable effect is the heat. The lantern positively radiates with heat, the temperature within the vestibule begins to creep upwards at an appreciable pace. Naoki holds the lantern at arms length, and shields her face with her other hand. “This is a specially made sort of lantern, designed to not only shed light, but also to provide heat. It is ideal for situations like ours, where we need to walk a distance in the cold. It seems to be working very well, too. Unless any of you have an objection, let’s be on our way.” With that, Madame Naoki, with a grand shove, pushes wide the doors of The Midnight Sun, and leads her group out into the cold, starry night. Their path is lit by the glow of her lantern, and the first stop is Lone Wolf Creations. |
|
Deleted
Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 23, 2024 12:11:33 GMT -8
|
Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2016 21:35:11 GMT -8
Davous arrives and is intercepted by a message before he can imbue his new amulet. "Oh, gods dammit. Never a moment of peace on this blasted world." He leaves for the Conjunction.
|
|
Deleted
Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 23, 2024 12:11:33 GMT -8
|
Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2016 22:56:32 GMT -8
Tortus watches Davous go and follows.
|
|
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
|
Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Feb 6, 2016 12:06:19 GMT -8
After some time spent in the kitchen and only after many reconditioning measures were put in place did the demon step back out into the main floor. He took a deep steadying breath and shook his shoulders to loosen himself up a bit, he was back home now and didn't need to stress over whatever worries troubled him.
The first thing he did was go upstairs and enter his room, taking comfort in the various horrible instruments and wicked tools that decorated the wall next to his desk. He absently flicked one of the curved knives and sent it into a spin as he walked past, the shining blade sending a ray of light dancing about the room. With measured steps the demon maneuvered past some of the hidden rune traps he set on the floor around his bed and walked up to the large chest that dominated a corner of his room.
He opened the heavy (even for him) lid and reached into the unending blackness to pull out a towering stack of books, almost all of them spell books or some sort of ancient arcane text.
"Hmm... Demonic Summoning, no... The Ancient Text Of Var'slag, no... The Blood Of The Night, no..." he said dismissively as he tossed each of he book back into the chest, until he came upon the read of his desire.
"Ahhhh finally, The Advanced Guide to Massage Techniques (Now With An Extra Sensual Fifty Pages), with this I will become a masseuse GOD!"
He took his find, slipped out of his armor and jumped up onto his immense bed, the reinforced frame creaking in protest against the sudden application of weight. With a giddiness that rivaled that of a schoolgirl contemplating her first date with the cutest guy in school he kicked his legs about and snickered.
"Ooooooh, Lum is going to be sooooo impressed when I show her what I'll be able to do soon... Oh and I guess when I show her I can shape up a bit too, but that's whatever... SENSUAL MASSAGE! Brilliant Maelik, my word you are a genius!"
|
|
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
|
Post by Lorelei & Lucia on Feb 6, 2016 14:14:55 GMT -8
The twins sit in the bar, feeding Eclair and holding him tight.
"Don't worry, Eclair. We won't let Mr. Alden hurt you."
"Hello!"
Big ol' meanie.
I know. What did Eclair ever do to him?
It's a shame he doesn't sleep.
Yeah. And he's probably still at Miss Moonflower's shop.
Hmmph.
I wonder what else we can do.
We can't go ourselves. Mr. Alden will hurt us.
What do you suggest, then?
I don't know...maybe if we ask Mama and Papa.
The two little girls pull out the skulls from their backpacks and stare at them.
Mama, what should we do?
Papa, what do you suggest?
They look at the skulls, thinking.
There's something we can do...something Mama and Papa used to do.
What's that?
I don't remember...
Together, the twins concentrate on remembering exactly what it is that their parents used to do. They sit there for almost an hour, straining their minds. All they remember is the fire. Nothing before the fire. There must be something, anything! But no, something is blocking their memory. Something they can't place. No memories of their parents, only of the fire. The fire...all of a sudden, the memories hit both of them at once. No cohesive thoughts, just brief flashes. Their parents, standing over a bloodied corpse. A beating heart, torn from a small child. An older sister, clutching a bloodstained doll. A living, moving, doll. They remember hiding, trying to avoid...something. Puppets. Mannequins. Knives. They remember being found, running away, knocking over a lamp...then fire. Burning houses, screaming parents, the crackle of burning wood.
"AAAAAAAAAAUGH!"
Together, the twins let out a long, high-pitched scream (startling Eclair) and hurl the skulls at the wall. They shatter into fragments of jagged bone, and the twins collapse on the ground, gasping.
I remember.
Me too.
I know what they did.
I remember Lucinda.
I know how to do it.
So do I.
We need hearts.
Mr. Hasdrubal has a bunch. I'm sure he'll let us have some.
The twins lie on the ground, recovering, ignoring the concerned staff and patrons. Exactly two minutes later, they get up and dust themselves off as if nothing happened and head for the door. As they go, they pass by their parents' shattered skulls.
No more Mama.
No more Papa.
Just us.
And Eclair.
Eclair hops onto Lucia's shoulder, and they head out the door.
|
|
Deleted
Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 23, 2024 12:11:33 GMT -8
|
Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2016 23:51:11 GMT -8
Viktor watches the entire incident with Lorelei and Lucia. His face contorts into confusion and anger. Verdammt! Ich bekomme keinen Moment der Ruhe. Was machen diese Zwillinge?
He pulls the brim of his cap down, nearly over his eyes, and hunches over the table, glaring downward. Whatever it is, our Hell's not responsible.
|
|
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
|
Post by Alden Marshal on Feb 7, 2016 12:30:18 GMT -8
Alden leads Moon into the Midnight Sun. He waves at the staff who recognize him, and leads Moon to the bar. He chooses a private booth, just to be safe. He hopes Maelik is in today. The demon had been out for a few weeks, and well the food had still been excellent, it hadn't been fantastic. He leans over and whispers to Moon.
"Oh the, uh, head chef is a fourteen foot tall demon, who looks kind of like a dragon. There are also some other, dangerous looking folks around. Don't worry known of them will harm you."
|
|
Moonflower Làidir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
------------------------
Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
------------------------
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 20, 2016 23:36:00 GMT -8
|
Post by Moonflower Làidir on Feb 7, 2016 12:37:24 GMT -8
Following Alden into the Midnight Sun, Moon looked around curiously, sniffing at the air with great interest. Had she been in her wolf form, her ears would've been swiveling wildly, listening to all of the various sounds. As she trailed him to the booth, she removed her cloak, and placed it on the seat next to her as she slid onto it.. then sloooowly arched a snowy brow at his words. "..A fourteen.. foot... Wow. That's.. hm. Thanks for the warning." She paused, tilting her head thoughtfully. "I've never actually met a demon before." As long as he was nice, Moon didn't much care. Especially since he was apparently an amazing cook. Her grumbling stomach certainly didn't mind that the food was made by a demon.
|
|
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
|
Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Feb 7, 2016 13:13:45 GMT -8
After a very informative read and a few minutes of fantasizing how he'd administer his techniques when the time came the Lord donned his armor and stepped back out into the halls. He figured that since he was ready he may as well get back to work and see to it that everything was going off without a hitch. His earlier levity vanished in the blink of an eye and with each heavy step down the stairs to the main floor his face grew more and more grim until it came to a rest at some halfway point between a death glare and a snarl. He liked to call it his professional face.
Stalking down the last few steps he'd have a look around the bar to see who was where and who needed to be served until his eyes came to meet Alden and the pretty young woman who was accompanying him. The demon wasted no time in coming up to greet the two of them, although judging from his posture he still had a small irrational chip on his shoulder from the twins incident.
"What a pleasure it is to see you again Alden, I hope that the girls didn't give you too much trouble. I take it that the fresh blood you've brought with you is the friend that you've expressed concern for? She's a pretty young morsel, why I could just eat her up!"
He offered Moon a pleasant, welcoming smile and while the act itself was certainly well meaning the look in his eyes was anything but nice. Looking into those crimson orbs she may get a distinct feeling of dread, as if he was both ready and willing to do unspeakable things to her. Things such as flaying strips of flesh from her bone, boil her eyes balls from her skull, strangle her with her own intestines ect ect.
Of course this was all unintentional for Maelik, all he wanted was to meet the newcomer and hopefully satisfy her with his food.
"No but in all seriousness you're really quite the looker, Alden is a lucky man to be sitting next to you. Now then... what can I get for you?"
|
|
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
|
Post by Alden Marshal on Feb 7, 2016 13:28:35 GMT -8
"She is?."
The way Alden says this, makes it unclear if it is a question or statement. He had never really paid much attention to anyone's looks. He did feel lucky sitting next to Moon though. He shakes his head, deciding not to ask what Maelik was getting at. Instead, he answer the question he was asked.
"It's good to see you as well Maelik. The twins haven't given me an trouble personally, but I think it's best to intercede on behalf of friends. Let them know I have no hard feelings. Anyway I will get the black mountain, and a water. I have to say I am looking forward to it, the food is never quite as good when you're not around. Excellent certainly, but not perfect."
He grins at the demonlord, oblivious to the malice radiating in Maelik's eyes.
|
|
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
|
Post by Lorelei & Lucia on Feb 7, 2016 13:36:20 GMT -8
The twins return from their little project in the lab, and sit down at their usual spot at the bar. They're a common sight, known by name by most of the regulars. They get their usual (a glass of milk and a bowl of chicken soup each) and start eating, tired from hauling mannequins and performing eldrich rituals.
Look over there.
Hm?
Look, right by Mr. Maelik. It's Miss Moonflower.
I suppose Mr. Alden is with her.
Probably.
They wave at Moon, then return to their drinks.
I wonder how she'd react if she saw the dolls.
I dunno. It'll probably be funny.
|
|
Moonflower Làidir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
------------------------
Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
------------------------
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 20, 2016 23:36:00 GMT -8
|
Post by Moonflower Làidir on Feb 7, 2016 13:39:46 GMT -8
When the looming figure approached their booth, Moon's eyes got very wide. Holy cow. Alden hadn't been kidding! Still, she easily produced a smile for the demon, even if she was blushing a vivid shade of red at his comment about her appearance. She wasn't sure how to what seemed like a compliment.. or possibly a literal desire to eat her.. from.. such a creature. "Err, thank you, Mister Maelik. It's.. nice to meet you.." She trailed off, looking at Alden. He sounded confused by what Maelik had said about her, which just made Moon confused.
Shrugging that aside, she grinned up at Maelik, doing her best not to be intimidated by the armored figure's aura of malice. The fact that she looked thoroughly embarrassed by his once again commenting on her appearance helped. "Err, well, um, thank you.. I consider myself lucky to be sitting next to Alden. He's an amazing friend, and I'm fortunate to have met him." Briefly, Alden was given a fond look, before she turned her attention back to the demon. "I've heard nothing but how your food is the best to be found, Mister Maelik. Seeing as this is my first time here, and I'm not familiar with the menu, I think I'll be whimsical and say only.. surprise me?" What chef didn't like to hear those words? A chance to whip up something, anything, whatever they desired!
Did Moon see the twins? Yep. Did she wave back? Hell no. Instead, a low growl rumbled forth from her for a few seconds, before her gaze flicked back to Maelik, and her grin returned. Albeit a touch strained this time.
|
|
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
|
Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Feb 7, 2016 14:10:46 GMT -8
"But of course, if I wasn't the best then I'd not be head chef now would I?" he joked with a chortle, his wings making small gusts as they rustled. "Okay then so one Black Mountain and one Cook's Choice coming up, thank you for your patronage, I assure you that you wont be disappointed."
With that he gave the two of them a grandiose sweeping bow and stomped off to the kitchen to prepare the meals. However upon looking at the state of the kitchen in greater detail rather than just the cursory look from before he found that quite a few things were lacking.
For starters the cabbages were out on the counters and drying out rather than being kept in a box with ice water, most of the knives were not in the correct holder and there was some water from the sink still on the counter! But perhaps the most despicable, most damning, most diabolical sight for Maelik was that of the cook's hats. THEY WEREN'T SITUATED PRECISELY/PERFECTLY ATOP THEIR HEADS!
With a shocked gasp that was quickly overtaken by a angered growl he pointed at the offenses and demanded to know who was responsible. And almost immediately most of the chefs pointed at two of the older, more experienced of the group and backed off a few steps from them.
They were wise to do it too since Maelik was at their throats in the blink of an eye, grabbing them by their collars and hoisting them up to his face so he could give them both the evil eye.
"The pair of you are lucky that I'm trying to be a 'better person' for my dear Lummy Wummykins because without that inhibition I'd be shoving your heads up each other's asses and making you into a hula hoop. However I cannot stand for laziness in my kitchen and I must make an example of you so that the others will keep the sense to listen to my sage advice... So tootles!"
Before the two apprehended cooks could even intake enough breath to scream Maelik swung them towards the door, burst through it and tossed them from the kitchen aaaaaaaaall the way out the door of the Midnight Sun proper, past the street and into a dank alley where they'd land with a bone snapping crash. On the bright side they'd find some cushion in the refuse of the alley, but on the down side they almost certainly had at least one broken limb apiece and now they were covered in trash.
"There... Now back to cooking!"
|
|
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
|
Post by Alden Marshal on Feb 7, 2016 14:21:21 GMT -8
Alden turned back to Moon, and was about to say something. Right before he can though, the two chefs go flying out of the bar. Alden looks back at the kitchen curiously, noting the twins at the bar.
"Huh, somebody didn't do their job right. Sorry about that, Maelik is the Demonlord of Warth. Very nice from what I have seen. Well at least until he gets angry. Still that was actually pretty tame, considering the horror stories I've heard."
He turns back to Moon, and tries to speak and then pauses again.
"I am not actually sure what to talk about. Crisis is over, no real job to do, just sitting here waiting for food. This is actually only the second? Time I am just having a meal with someone, where its supposed to be social."
|
|
Moonflower Làidir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
------------------------
Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
------------------------
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 20, 2016 23:36:00 GMT -8
|
Post by Moonflower Làidir on Feb 7, 2016 14:28:10 GMT -8
Moon's semi-forced grin fell into a more natural half-smile as Maelik departed, and she folded her arms atop the table, leaning forward a bit as her attention turned back to Alden. Before any conversation could be had, a ruckus from the kitchen made her jump, whipping around to look at the hubbub with wide eyes. Seeing the two cooks get bodily ejected from the establishment, she blinked, shifted back to face Alden again.. and burst into laughter. Both hands snapped up, covering her mouth to try and silence her giggles. It took her a couple of minutes, but she finally stopped laughing, wiping errant moisture from her eyes with her knuckles.
"Oh, man. I probably shouldn't laugh at that, those guys are most likely in a world of hurt right now, but that was really kinda funny." Allowing herself one last chuckle, she resumed her comfortable lounging position. "Well, there are a few different things we could talk about. We could learn about each other, by telling stories about our pasts, or things like that. We could talk about different books we've read. Or funny stories about things we've seen, or heard about, other people doing. Personally, my past sucks, and I'd rather not be a downer, so that option's off the table, for me." Her eyes sparkled mirthfully as she smirked. "Are any of these 'horror stories' about Mister Maelik funny? That could be a good place to start."
|
|
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
|
Post by Alden Marshal on Feb 7, 2016 14:55:48 GMT -8
Alden's face slowly turns crestfallen as Moon moves through his list. He did have many funny stories about his past, the only books he had read had been text books, and he was hard pressed to think of a funny story. When she mentions Maelik and a funny story though he brightens.
"I'm willing to talk about my past, but I imagine it would be a downer like yours. I do think I know one funny story about Maelik, heard is second hand though."
Alden pauses collecting his thoughts remembering details.
"So, I mentioned how there was a real angel in Isra a few weeks ago right? Apparently the angel visited the Midnight Sun, and Maelik saw her. Now this part I don't really get, but the exact word I was told were: Maelik fell head over heels in love with her right on the spot. I didn't quite get that, but whatever. Anyway, apparently he goes around town trying to track her down. He spends a whole bunch of gold, gets a whole bunch of presents. Then finds her by complete accident in the bazaar. Apparently he managed to talk her into a dinner."
Alden pauses to take a drink of water.
"Anyway, as a result of this dinner he comes to the Sun and goes to the Madame for help. No one is quite sure what happened, but Maelik spent a long time in her room. When he came out he seemed traumatized, and a... wooden phallus was stuck to the back of his armor."
Alden finishes his story, and stare at Moon hopefully. He hadn't actually understood that story completely, but the people who had been talking about it had found it hilarious.
|
|
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
|
Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Feb 7, 2016 15:17:19 GMT -8
In no time flat the discrepancies were fixed and with some of his steam vented Maelik was eager to get into the creation of his next work of art.
He'd order the subordinate chef he trusted most (which was just barely more than the others) to fetch all the ingredients he required and washed his hands, wings and other appendages clean. He made sure to scour every spec of dirt from his scales then started work on baking up a fresh loaf of black bread for Alden, and in the process begin preparation for Moon's meal as well.
Once the younger cook came back with the load of fresh ingredients (including some nice, crisp and chilled cabbage) the demon would start chopping and peeling up a storm. One of the advantages of having multiple prehensile limbs was that one could do a great deal of multitasking as was evidenced by Maelik's ability to get almost every portion of Alden's meal ready within minutes.
Soon the demon chef would have the chicken plucked and gutted while the carrots and turnips were peeled and ready for their respective turns with the cabbage. He paid meticulous attention to the chicken as it roasted away on his hellfire rotisserie, twisting it slowly but taking care to not let too much juice sizzle off into the flames. He'd rub some butter into the cooking flesh as it turned, not too concerned about the heat of the flames and sprinkled on the occasional dash of ground lemon basil.
While his hands were busy with the chicken his wings went to work in splitting the cabbage and his tail speared some solidified boar lard before setting it down on a nearby plate and shearing off a fine layered cut of it. The fat would then get flipped into a buttered pan where it would be brought to a melt. Afterwards the carrots would be gently scooped up and poured in for a quick fry in the butter and melted fat.
Moon's dish was even more complicated than that, he didn't have a name for the dish he was gonna whip up for her just yet but he figured that in order to wow a new customer he'd try something new.
Hers was a project in which he had to block out anyone else from helping, taking it off to the backroom where nobody else could view his secret techniques and odd preparation styles. Oddly enough he didn't take anything with him besides a single bowl of water but when he returned in but a few short (meaning within less than two minutes) he carried with him an entire loaf of spice bread, a blue boiled lobster, a plate of yellow peppers stuffed with jasmine rice and sweet beans. Also a single cinnamon roll.
Apparently the roll was for himself though as he set that off to the side and ordered the rest of the food on plates in the most pleasing way possible before busting back out into the Sun.
"Voila!" he exclaimed as he swooped in and placed the meal on the table before the two.
"Now, Moon dear I present to you for the first time ever, The Solar Flare! Originally it was meant to have Trinidad Moruga Scorpion peppers as a base with ghost peppers being added to make the lobster even spicier. However I opted to use the less Chocolate Habanero for the base and Rocoto as the secondary in the interest of not burning away any tastebuds. Don't let the blueness of the lobster fool you though, it's quite hot so be careful. Enjoy!"
Thankfully the hulking demon hadn't hear a word of what Alden had said and seemed just as pleasant as before, although his face did screw up into a grimace when he heard some snickering from some other patrons who did hear Alden.
"Hmmmmm... Strange..." He said before turning his back and heading off into the kitchen once again.
|
|
Moonflower Làidir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
------------------------
Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
------------------------
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 20, 2016 23:36:00 GMT -8
|
Post by Moonflower Làidir on Feb 7, 2016 15:32:07 GMT -8
Moon lit up when Alden said he had a funny story, and she nodded eagerly as he said something about the angel he'd mentioned before. She listened closely, her expression changing with each part of the story, from 'Aww, how sweet!' at hearing Maelik had fallen in love and gone to such lengths to get the angel's attention, to curiosity (wondering what he'd gone to talk to Naoki about), and finally wide-eyed disbelief at hearing the result of the.. conversation. "A what?! Oh, that's so bad!" Once again, she clapped her hands over her mouth, biting down on the heel of her palm to keep from guffawing like an idiot. She did, however, snort a soft giggle, even as her cheeks flushed deeply. She'd never even seen a real.. one of those.. so the mention of a wooden one, stuck to Maelik's armor... Poor virginal Moonflower was embarrassed!
Hastily dropping her hands and silencing her amusement at Maelik's return, she turned an excited gaze on the food placed before her, eyes shining with anticipation. She sniffed the dish, sorting through the scents with her sensitive nose, and her mouth began to water. How had this demon known that she had a love-hate relationship with spicy and sweet foods? "This looks absolutely amazing! Thank you, Mister Maelik!" Leaning forward with fork in hand, she took a bite of the stuffed peppers first. Her eyes closed as a look of pure bliss came across her features.
"..This is the most delicious thing I have ever put in my mouth." With that statement, she began to heartily, yet daintily, dig in. Everything she ate was savored, with varying expressions of appreciation. This was the absolute perfect meal to give a starving wolf.. although she had initially eyed that 'lobster' thing with trepidation. Was it some sort of large insect? She wasn't sure. It definitely tasted scrumptious, though. In between bites, she glanced at Alden. "So.. Mister Maelik has a thing for an angel? Aren't they like.. supposed to hate each other? My culture doesn't really have angels and demons, so this is all sort of new to me, but I heard somewhere that that was how those things worked."
|
|
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
|
Post by Alden Marshal on Feb 7, 2016 15:45:40 GMT -8
Alden smiles relieved that Moon thought his story was funny. When the food is set before him, he salivates in anticipation. He takes a single bite, and says happily.
"Maelik, it is always good, but when you make it, it's perfect."
He also savors his food, you don't devour perfection. He shrugs his shoulders at Moons question.
"According to everything I have read, yes they are supposed to be enemies. However by the same virtue, Maelik is supposed to slaughter and corrupt humans at every opportunity. From what I have gathered the Midnight Sun is about giving monsters, who don't want to be just monsters, a safe haven. So I suppose Maelik wants to be something else than just a normal, or exceptional demon. I like them for that, they are giving me a chance to be something else as well."
|
|
Moonflower Làidir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
------------------------
Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
------------------------
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 20, 2016 23:36:00 GMT -8
|
Post by Moonflower Làidir on Feb 7, 2016 16:00:10 GMT -8
Moon went very still at that, looking at Alden with a very serious expression. Serious enough that she actually put down her fork and stopped eating for several very long moments, allowing her free rein to try and figure out if he was saying what she thought he was saying. In the end, her brow furrowed, lips turning slightly downward at the corners in a frown. "..Alden.. I hope you're not saying that you think you're a monster? If anyone at this table is a monster, it's definitely not you."
Of course, she had no idea what had gone on in his past, and if that was what made him feel that way. But in her opinion, there was no way that anyone could defend her with such determination, seek to protect her so stubbornly, and be such a good friend, and be a monster. And she would argue that point until she was blue in the face, if he tried to suggest it. Her inner wolf growled its agreement at the thought; it had decided that Alden was now pack, and trusted him implicitly. That realization gave Moon a sudden idea, and she couldn't stop an abrupt grin from forming. She now had something specific to work on, when she got back to the shop!
|
|
