Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420 
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Feb 7, 2016 19:16:01 GMT -8
Alden is still slightly overwhelmed by the aura. He isn't certain if he like it either. It is hard to hate, but it is also an uninvited presence working on his emotions. He shakes his head trying to clear it, only half hearing Moon.
"I am supposed to guard you, at least until I get orders to the contrary. Still if you don't want me around, I am not going to ignore your wishes."
Which was true, he would simply do his job without being seen. Know that he knows about Moon's wolf form, he knows to hide his scent. That meant he could stand sentry on a neighboring rooftop, and she would never be the wiser.
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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.
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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.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 20, 2016 23:36:00 GMT -8
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Post by Moonflower Làidir on Feb 7, 2016 19:44:15 GMT -8
She shrugged, lifting a hand to rub her tingling nose, then letting it fall as she spoke. "I enjoy your company. I'm just going to be doing boring stuff. Getting back to work, mostly. I got an idea earlier that I can't wait to get started on." The prospect actually made her so excited that she bounced on her toes for a moment, her face lit up with a grin. "C'mon, big tough bodyguard. There's work to be done!" Casually grabbing Alden's hand, she gave him a tug, then started back toward her shop. Today was shaping up to be pretty excellent, and Moon was in a fantastic mood the whole way back.
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Jeffery The Postal Imp
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 670 or so years.
Physical Description: As small as a puppy, fluffy and physically unimposing Jeffery almost embodies the saying, "Nobody is scared of a 'Jeffery'."
Like most other imps he's capable of flight, only in his case he has to undergo a bit of effort in order to push his wings out from his back so that he can indeed take to the skies. Other than that there really isn't much to say, he's got an adorable squeaky voice and is as soft as an pillow made of clouds but that's about it.
Clothes and Equipment: He lugs around a bag that's comically large for such a small fellow for the express purpose of holding mail. In addition the only real article of clothing he wears is the skull mask/helmet that all demon's under the Lord of Wrath's command wear as part of their uniform.
Registered: Jan 15, 2016 20:46:25 GMT -8
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Post by Jeffery The Postal Imp on Feb 7, 2016 20:25:07 GMT -8
Upon being picked up and pet like an adorable animal Jeffery would feebly attempt to hold his ground but couldn't hope to stand up to Lum's strength, easily being plucked from the ground. When the angelic dragon saw fit to enlighten him on her purpose here he shook himself from the bliss that her petting brought about and cleared his throat.
"Oh... Well the boss is sweeping wight now but since it's you I'm sure he won't mind, just go on in and go up the stairs until you get to the owffice wevel. From there just keep heading down the hall until you come acwoss the door with the skull and the words 'death is beyond this point' cawved into it, that's his room."
He'd allow the belly rubs to distract him for a short period before dragging his focus back to the topic at hand, just barely holding his purring he finished his thought.
"Oh but don't knock on the door, it's booby twapped... hehe booby... and a magic wawd will bwow up if you knock on it. I gots a key so we can just walk in."
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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 Feb 7, 2016 20:40:31 GMT -8
Lum smiles at the adorable imp and follows his directions. She waits for him to open the door, and once it is opened she strolls in.
"Maelik?"
She looks around the room, curious to see how he decorates.
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Jeffery The Postal Imp
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 670 or so years.
Physical Description: As small as a puppy, fluffy and physically unimposing Jeffery almost embodies the saying, "Nobody is scared of a 'Jeffery'."
Like most other imps he's capable of flight, only in his case he has to undergo a bit of effort in order to push his wings out from his back so that he can indeed take to the skies. Other than that there really isn't much to say, he's got an adorable squeaky voice and is as soft as an pillow made of clouds but that's about it.
Clothes and Equipment: He lugs around a bag that's comically large for such a small fellow for the express purpose of holding mail. In addition the only real article of clothing he wears is the skull mask/helmet that all demon's under the Lord of Wrath's command wear as part of their uniform.
Registered: Jan 15, 2016 20:46:25 GMT -8
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Post by Jeffery The Postal Imp on Feb 7, 2016 21:17:12 GMT -8
As Lum stepped through the door she'd notice that the room itself was more like a small house, the door leading into a entry way and down into a grandiose hallway with paintings decorating the walls at symmetrically placed intervals. Should the group decide to walk further they'd discover that at the end of the hall lay the demon's parlor room with a nice plush couch situated in the middle of the room next to a coffee table with a bowl of sweets neatly placed in the center. This room was just as lush looking as the hall with a painting of a dove diving into an inferno just above the fireplace in the corner along with other fancy things situated periodically around the room. It was here that Jeffery wiggled loose of Lum and fwoofed down on the couch cushions.
"Well he's in his bedwoom past the kitchen and the locked door that's a bit beyond that, you can't miss it. I'll just be here, out of eyesight until you're done with your business..." he said with a smile as he popped one of the nearby candies into his mouth, apparently they were butterscotch.
"He's a bit of a heavy sweeper so you may need to shake him or something, but he can get a bit gwumpy so don't say I didn't warn you."
Another candy disappears behind his helmet. "Oh and don't twy to open the locked door, if he finds out it was opened I'll get in a wot of twouble."
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Feb 7, 2016 21:18:18 GMT -8
Jun dutifully follows with mixed feelings. She was kinda nervous. Demons just weren't the same to her anymore. How would she feel about Maelik? Would they still be friends? Would he feel anything different about her? Lum'Valia had learned to get along with Maelik. Would she have to relearn how to get along with him?
She almost wanted to avoid the conversation, but she felt like she had a duty to her demon crows. They were part of her grandmother's legacy. She couldn't just forget about them.
At the very least she had to release them from their contract.
Staring at the kitchen entrance without blinking, Jun nervous sidestepped towards the candy bowl. Her arm darted to grabbed one of the candies and she quickly plopped it in her mouth.
She decided in that moment she liked butterscotch. Perhaps this was a good sign.
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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 Feb 7, 2016 21:51:57 GMT -8
Lum frowns in disappointment when Jeffery wiggles out of her arms. Still she follows his instructions, and finds Maeliks room. The demonlord is snoring on his bed, and Lum thinks of the best way to wake him. Ultimately, she decides just to speak.
"Maelik, its Lum. Wake up."
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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 Feb 7, 2016 22:03:58 GMT -8
Maelik was sprawled out nude on his bed with the covers only going up as far as his waist, his armor discarded off to the side in a heap. The pillow seemed to have been knocked off the bed in his sleep and taking its place under his face was an open book, the pages blowing back and forth with each snore. Lum's call did little to rouse the demon although it did succeed in bringing a smile to his face, it even prompted him to mutter something about not strangling something or other.
"Jab him with the fire poker or something!" Jeffery's squeaky voice yelled from back in the parlor, although the imp himself refused to leave his comfy spot on the oversized couch. "I swear the guy could sweep thwough a eawthqwake! If you want I can call in the new poke-y guy! He just stawted but he's a pwetty fast wunner!"
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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 Feb 7, 2016 22:09:26 GMT -8
Lum sighs and with a wave of her hand she plugs Maelik's nose, and clamps his mouth closed with light magic. She does not imbue it holy energy, but it is still be strong enough that he has to wake up, or suffocate.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Feb 7, 2016 22:19:27 GMT -8
Jun raises an eyebrow at Lum'Valia's tactics and takes a step back. Waking a demon like this is definitely not wise.
To her surprise, Jun does feel comfortable, even compassionate, towards the demon. But there is definitely a lack of connection between them now.
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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 Feb 7, 2016 22:19:47 GMT -8
At first nothing happens but after the first two not breaths his body jerked and his eyes snapped open. Within seconds his aura focused up and his maw broke free from its prison, however contrary to Jeffery's beliefs Maelik didn't seem all that peeved. Once the ordeal was out of the way Maelik's eyes drooped back down to a half awake point and the book seemed to be stubbornly sticking to the side of his face.
"Ooooh *yawn* hey Lum, howdy Jun, wuzzup Arya, how did you all get in? Or am I just dreaming? Never mind don't tell me, I wanna keep it a secret." His voice still held that droopy, not all there tone to it but at least he was up.
He stood up from his bed and revealed his rather sizable package and meandered over to the group, a goofy smile already in place. He didn't seem to notice he was indeed, naked.
"So why are you here?"
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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 Feb 7, 2016 22:29:03 GMT -8
Lum'Valia takes a quick glance down, blushes furiously, then looks the demonlord studiously in the face. She clears her throat and says part way between embarrassment and nervous laughter.
"Maelik, ummm, could you maybe wrap a blanket around yourself? I don't think I am quite ready, for this step in our relationship."
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Feb 7, 2016 22:37:40 GMT -8
Jun silently thought to herself huh, guess that comment I made before about being able to satisfy a dragon wasn't too far off. She shook her head slightly and ceased staring to avoid being rude.
"Actually we're here because of me. It's kinda complicated. You see, I went through a holy ritual to learn holy magic and well, I succeeded. Unfortunately I can't use blood magic anymore, and well, there are some friends I might not be able to see again because of it. I was wondering if you could help me summon them. They are three demon crows, Blackbean, Blueberry, and Cinnamon. They have a contract under Lynx as well as myself, and they are scavengers of neutral alignment. But they are most comfortable in the realm of pride. If I can't figure out a way to summon them again on my own, I'd like to break their contracts and say good-bye."
At this last bit Jun's voice softened. She felt genuinely sad, but knew this was the right thing to do.
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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 Feb 7, 2016 22:51:28 GMT -8
The demon weirdly giggled a bit and looked down to bear witness to his hanging third leg, with a small 'o' face he retreated back to his bed to wrap his blanket around him, almost falling back asleep halfway through the process.
"Done and done my pwecious pwincess," he slurred as he leaned up against the wall, absorbing (presumably) everything that Jun said.
"Well that shouldn't be too hard, follow me to the parlor!" he said before walking into the wall right next to the door frame, and subsequently smashing through said wall with barely any resistance.
"All I'll be needing is your hand and some cooper- *yawn* ation. If all goes well they'll be here as permanently as I am, with a few restrictions of course."
When he stumbled his way into the main room Jeffery hid himself in the cushions but there was no need, it seemed that Maelik was more intent on seeing how tough this next wall was as he slammed into it at the speed of, well walking. This time the obstacle proved to be make of harder stuff and he bounced off and fell to the ground with a thump, his blanket flying loose once more.
"Oops hehe, you win this round wall. But I got my eyes on you..." he muttered from his prone position, his snout pointing up at the ceiling as his tail absently searched around the room until it found his lost blanket and threw it back over himself.
"Ahhhh, nice and warm."
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Feb 7, 2016 22:59:35 GMT -8
Jun dutifully obeyed, somewhat apprehensive and also excited.
She chuckled at "pwecious pwincess."
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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 Feb 8, 2016 8:26:06 GMT -8
Lum snorts in laughter at the pwecious pwincess line, evidently Maelik was taking tips from Jeffery. Watching the demonlord stumble around forced Lum to admit, at least he kept things interesting. She certainly hadn't expected the demonlord to be so oblivious, when he was sleep addled. It had also been a somewhat unwelcome surprise to find him naked, after all the girls were present. Still... all things considered she wasn't regretting her choice to let him court her. After all it had been a few years since she had the chance at such a potentially... fulfilling relationship.
Still though this was getting ridiculous. With only a quick glance, for measurement purposes only of course, Lum waves her hand and Maelik is clothed. A shirt, and leggings, made of light just like her own dress. That problem resolved, she needed to figure out how to wake him up.
"Jeffery, do you know how to make him more conscious?"
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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 Feb 8, 2016 8:40:20 GMT -8
Like a rabbit Jeffery popped out from between his cushions and hustled over to the kitchen and returned with his stubby little arms full of ice cubes.
"This should do it just one sec!"
The imp carefully tip toed up to the larger demon and with a jerking motion unceremoniously dumped the ice down Maelik's maw before hightailing it back to his cushion fortress.
The Lord gargled the ice for a few seconds as if all was right in the world before his jaws snapped shut with finality, his eyes bugging out as he experienced a horrendous case of brain freeze. Writhing about on the ground he held his head between his hands and groaned quietly, trying to clear the nasty little ache with a liberal use of hellfire.
"You wretched, detestable little mongrel, WHY WOULD YOU EVEN DO THAT!?- Oh, I have company. Neat."
Flipping from irritation (although to his credit it was only mild irritation) to curiosity in the blink of an eye he patted the ground next to him, only just now realizing he was wearing something not from his wardrobe.
"Huh... Must have been sleep shopping again, but at least I had good taste this time. Anyway what brings you lot to my humble abode? Can I get you anything? Coffee? Tea? Glacier water?"
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Arya Shieldheart
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 21
Physical Description: *Physical Description*
Arya stands at about 5'10, with an athletic build composed of lean yet strong muscle due to rigorous training in plate armor most of the time. Arya has pure white hair that tumbles down to just above the small of her back in flowing waves.
Her face holds soft features, which seem welcoming to any who look upon them. Her eyes, which are a ruby red color, always seem to hold a friendly, welcoming glint.
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Clothes and Equipment: *Clothes and Equipment*
In combat, Arya will almost always be wearing a high quality plate armor made of white plate accented in black. The armor was made to fit the user and is more form fitting than plate armor of a lower quality, which makes it hug her features a bit, while also allowing a freer range of movement. On top of this, the armor is also enchanted, which lends it additional strength in the form of various wards placed upon it. With the armor, Arya also usually has a dark navy blue cape that is enchanted to protect her from the elements that may affect a user wearing full plate normally.
Arya's sword, which she carries at all times, appears to be made out of pure gold and is ornately crafted, though in truth it is only golden in color. The blade seems to always gleam with holy energy. The source of the blade's holy energy seems to flow directly from Arya's soul, the blade and its wielder's soul linked by a powerful bond. The golden metal sword is so much a part of Arya that she can easily cast holy magic or light magic through it as she fights with it, and if one were to hold the blade, it would surrender everything of Arya's being to that person, including every memory, thought, and emotion she had ever experienced and is experiencing at the time. If the sword, which is nigh indestructible, is destroyed, however, Arya would die.
At other times, she wears more mundane clothing, though it typically consists of a cloak that is a dark navy blue, similar to her cape while she is wearing her armor that is also enchanted to protect it's wearer a bit. For the most part, she summons most of her equipment through the use of light magic, except for her sword.
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Registered: Jan 10, 2016 15:07:58 GMT -8
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Post by Arya Shieldheart on Feb 8, 2016 8:48:20 GMT -8
Arya did not seem to be prepared to view Maelik's third leg, and was clearly uncomfortable about the whole thing. She could be seen blushing for a moment before she got out a few words,
"Uh... I will wait for you guys to finish... uh, over there." Arya points towards where the room with the couch should be and heads over there, sitting on the couch with Jeffrey. When Maelik walks through the wall, at least now somewhat covered she raises her brow somewhat in surprise, only to witness the even more ridiculous scene of Maelik bouncing off the next wall and sprawling on the floor without his towel once again.
When Lum'valia gave him some clothes, she seemed to sigh somewhat in relief though.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Feb 8, 2016 11:44:36 GMT -8
Glacier water?
"Glacier water." Jun grinned. Then she shook her head as she changed her mind. "Wait, no. That can wait. Maelik, you were just telling me about how you could bring my demon crows back here permanently?"
She was just really curious about glacier water. She had never tasted water from a glacier. She had never even seen a glacier. She wasn't even a hundred percent sure what a glacier was. It sounded very cold and icy though.
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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 Feb 8, 2016 12:04:56 GMT -8
Maelik wiggled a finger and a pitcher of crystal clear water came floating in from the kitchen with a few diamond glasses floating in just behind it. The water would slosh about as the pitcher poured itself and within moments a cup of ice cold water was floating in front of everyone but Maelik.
"Was I now? I don't remember much but if I said I can do it then you can bet that I can." He wasn't too sure but something felt off about Jun now, she felt closer to the likes of Arya than to her old self before and the demon felt a definitive gap between them now. It must have been the result of her training or maybe she's acquired a different outlook on demons in general? Maelik couldn't tell either way but he felt a little saddened that things couldn't seem to go back to the way they used to be.
"I'll just need you to give me your right hand... and it's best if you close your eyes, you really don't want to see what I'm about to do."
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