Raena Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 152 
Age: 26
Physical Description: Standing at a height of six feet one inch, Raena Fletcher is a tall, very well-built young woman. Her skin is fairly pale, yet has a slight lively glow, and she has pale blue eyes that speak of a world weariness far beyond her age. Her snow white hair is always cut at about shoulder-length, silky and flowing and always well-kept despite her otherwise Spartan nature. She has full, though never painted lips, hardly ever seeming to turn up in a smile anymore. She has a long, deep scar running up from the bottom of her left jawline to the middle of her left cheek, marring her otherwise unblemished skin. Beneath her right eye, a tattoo in the shape of a fleur de lis has been inked. It looks almost ritual in nature, but its origins are as yet unknown.
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Clothes and Equipment: Over her travels, Raena has collected many pieces of heavy armour from her fallen foes and allies alike, melting it down and reforging it into a suit of plate maille unique to her and incredibly sturdy and heavy. The suit is stained forest green with bronze trim, a design embezzled in bronze on both pauldrons, one of a fleur de lis and the other a diving raven. Her bronze gorget has been shaped into the shape of a skull. In addition, a tattered orange-brown cloak wraps around her figure, obscuring her form in battle as well as adding an element of humility to her otherwise splendid armour. She does not tend to wear a helmet into battle, preferring the widest field of view as she can get.
As for armament, she tends to use a heavy enchanted two-handed flamberge sheathed upon her back as her primary weapon, with a short gladius and buckler as a backup. Finally, she carries a set of throwing knives within her cloak, and she's fairly proficient at aiming with them.
Outside of battle, she tends to wear simple linen clothing, preferring function and comfort over form. She hardly ever wears shoes outside her armour, either, having developed well-callused and strong feet to match her hands as a result.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 16:22:46 GMT -8
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Sept 15, 2015 14:21:09 GMT -8
"I know Wendy intimately," answers Raena curtly. She doesn't respond to the rest, simply taking a bite of the sourdough and washing it down with a sip of water. "I was training," she answers to Wendy, her voice slightly less short and curt, but still just as low in pitch and quiet. Of course, Robert will eventually notice who she was, but until he does, she can delay it for as long as possible.
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376 
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Sept 15, 2015 14:25:46 GMT -8
"Intimately?"
Robert's interest is piqued. However, he doesn't say anything more until she starts talking to Wendy.
"Wait...your voice sounds sorta familiar. Do I know you?"
He leans over to see her face. He looks for a second, then turns pale. His wine glass shatters in his hand, cutting his palm and spraying wine everywhere.
"Ouch! Um...sorry ladies. I'll clean that up."
He pulls the glass out of his fingers and wipes the table with a napkin, hands shaking.
"Raena...what are you doing here?"
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 3:57:53 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2015 14:27:13 GMT -8
Wendy rolled her eyes and flicked her fingers. The wine that stained the table as well as the napkin pulled itself out, leaving behind no traces of it. It floated in the air above Wendy.
"You two know each other?" She asked.
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Rani
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 252
Age: 20
Physical Description: Light blue skin, Long red hair, blue eyes, has two small tusks
5'11"
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a sexy genie/belly dancer-like outfit with a veil and harem pants with slits on the thighs and such.
Flameburst Gauntlet: A mithril gauntlet that enhances fire magic.
Band of Nati: A shred of cloth colored vivid green with the blood of the infant nature god. Has healing properties and glows in the dark.
In her bag she carries lots of random objects that she uses as reagents, or they're junk.
Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: Jun 19, 2015 14:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Rani on Sept 15, 2015 14:28:28 GMT -8
Rani had a look of innocent confusion. There were many things she didn't understand.
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Sept 15, 2015 14:31:31 GMT -8
Robert grits his teeth, wrapping the napkin shakily around his bleeding hand.
"Yes...yes we do. Very well, in fact."
He turns to Raena, eyes cold.
"Much better than I'd like. Let's just say she tried to steal my heart. Through the most direct method."
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Raena Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 152
Age: 26
Physical Description: Standing at a height of six feet one inch, Raena Fletcher is a tall, very well-built young woman. Her skin is fairly pale, yet has a slight lively glow, and she has pale blue eyes that speak of a world weariness far beyond her age. Her snow white hair is always cut at about shoulder-length, silky and flowing and always well-kept despite her otherwise Spartan nature. She has full, though never painted lips, hardly ever seeming to turn up in a smile anymore. She has a long, deep scar running up from the bottom of her left jawline to the middle of her left cheek, marring her otherwise unblemished skin. Beneath her right eye, a tattoo in the shape of a fleur de lis has been inked. It looks almost ritual in nature, but its origins are as yet unknown.
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Clothes and Equipment: Over her travels, Raena has collected many pieces of heavy armour from her fallen foes and allies alike, melting it down and reforging it into a suit of plate maille unique to her and incredibly sturdy and heavy. The suit is stained forest green with bronze trim, a design embezzled in bronze on both pauldrons, one of a fleur de lis and the other a diving raven. Her bronze gorget has been shaped into the shape of a skull. In addition, a tattered orange-brown cloak wraps around her figure, obscuring her form in battle as well as adding an element of humility to her otherwise splendid armour. She does not tend to wear a helmet into battle, preferring the widest field of view as she can get.
As for armament, she tends to use a heavy enchanted two-handed flamberge sheathed upon her back as her primary weapon, with a short gladius and buckler as a backup. Finally, she carries a set of throwing knives within her cloak, and she's fairly proficient at aiming with them.
Outside of battle, she tends to wear simple linen clothing, preferring function and comfort over form. She hardly ever wears shoes outside her armour, either, having developed well-callused and strong feet to match her hands as a result.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 16:22:46 GMT -8
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Sept 15, 2015 14:33:56 GMT -8
"He is my cousin," answers Raena, looking back up into Robert's eyes, "the one I almost killed." She averts her eyes again before eating the rest of the roll on her plate, sipping at her goblet of water again. This is an extremely uncomfortable situation for Raena, and although to the others she looks just as flat and neutral as always, Wendy will be able to see the slight downturn of her lips, the light furrow of her brow, and be able to tell she's in incredible distress. Raena's slightest expressions speak volumes, if you know what to look for.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 3:57:53 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2015 14:40:48 GMT -8
Wendamari noticed the hostility between the two and especially Raena's distaste in him. Being a healer, however, Wendy couldn't ignore a wound. With a sigh she pulled out a large brown pouch filled with shimmering dust. She grabbed a pinch of it and put inside the waters, which began to glow green. The tendril moved to Rob's hand, covering it entirely. Rob would feel a sharp pain but it quickly ended soon after. He would see the glass shards leave his hand slowly, being pulled out by the water. At the same time, his wounds began to heal. After the waters finished, the blood left over were wiped clean, leaving no trace of a wound behind and his hand feeling perfectly fine.
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Sept 15, 2015 14:45:57 GMT -8
Robert looks at his hand in surprise.
"Oh...thank you, Wendy."
He turns back to Raena.
"That's right, Rae. It's the cousin you tried to kill. You ran off that night, before the doctors even stopped the bleeding. Remember that? Remember how you just pulled the knife Grandpa bought you out of your belt, then stabbed me in the chest? And again, and again, until I was on the ground and the carpets of father's study were stained red? Remember that, Raena?"
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Raena Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 152
Age: 26
Physical Description: Standing at a height of six feet one inch, Raena Fletcher is a tall, very well-built young woman. Her skin is fairly pale, yet has a slight lively glow, and she has pale blue eyes that speak of a world weariness far beyond her age. Her snow white hair is always cut at about shoulder-length, silky and flowing and always well-kept despite her otherwise Spartan nature. She has full, though never painted lips, hardly ever seeming to turn up in a smile anymore. She has a long, deep scar running up from the bottom of her left jawline to the middle of her left cheek, marring her otherwise unblemished skin. Beneath her right eye, a tattoo in the shape of a fleur de lis has been inked. It looks almost ritual in nature, but its origins are as yet unknown.
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Clothes and Equipment: Over her travels, Raena has collected many pieces of heavy armour from her fallen foes and allies alike, melting it down and reforging it into a suit of plate maille unique to her and incredibly sturdy and heavy. The suit is stained forest green with bronze trim, a design embezzled in bronze on both pauldrons, one of a fleur de lis and the other a diving raven. Her bronze gorget has been shaped into the shape of a skull. In addition, a tattered orange-brown cloak wraps around her figure, obscuring her form in battle as well as adding an element of humility to her otherwise splendid armour. She does not tend to wear a helmet into battle, preferring the widest field of view as she can get.
As for armament, she tends to use a heavy enchanted two-handed flamberge sheathed upon her back as her primary weapon, with a short gladius and buckler as a backup. Finally, she carries a set of throwing knives within her cloak, and she's fairly proficient at aiming with them.
Outside of battle, she tends to wear simple linen clothing, preferring function and comfort over form. She hardly ever wears shoes outside her armour, either, having developed well-callused and strong feet to match her hands as a result.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 16:22:46 GMT -8
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Sept 15, 2015 15:08:48 GMT -8
Raena stays silent for several moments after Robert's short speech, her face unreadable. Finally, she stands up, and pulls a long survival blade from the inner lining of her trousers, flipping it over and offering it hilt-first to Robert. "I give you this one chance to take vengeance, then. Do to me what I did to you. Make me pay for my crime," she says, staring into Robert's eyes, her own as cold, lifeless, and incomprehensible as The Void itself. She had hoped to continue this distraction of life a little longer. She had hoped to explore the land with Wendy. But ultimately, it still is simply a distraction. If Robert takes her offer, everyone wins. She reunites with The Void, and Robert gets his revenge. Wendy...well, she is probably a bad influence on Wendy anyway.
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Sept 15, 2015 15:17:49 GMT -8
Robert stares at the proffered knife.
"What is that? That's it? You want me to stab you?"
He slaps it out of her hand, and it clatters on the floor.
"That is so like you, Raena. Always running away. You're afraid to face your problems, so you run. Now that you have to face your issues, you want to commit suicide. But you're too much of a coward to even do that. You want me to do it for you? Pfft. Pathetic."
He turns to Wendy.
"She may seem sweet, but when she gets mad, she can't restrain herself. She'll hurt you. And then she'll vanish. Look, just the sight of me makes her want to die. She's a coward at heart."
He gets up and slaps Raena across the face, hard.
"Get away from this dig site. I never want to see you again. You'd better not be around in the morning, or I'm calling the authorities. You're still listed as wanted for attempted murder, you know."
He walks off, leaving the bottle behind.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 3:57:53 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2015 15:20:35 GMT -8
Wendy narrowed her eyes at Robert after he spoke of Raena. As he walked away, she called out to him.
"Hey, Rob!"
She sent the wine she had pulled out of the napkin towards him. It splattered against his clothes and his face. She tapped her cheek.
"You missed a spot."
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Raena Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 152
Age: 26
Physical Description: Standing at a height of six feet one inch, Raena Fletcher is a tall, very well-built young woman. Her skin is fairly pale, yet has a slight lively glow, and she has pale blue eyes that speak of a world weariness far beyond her age. Her snow white hair is always cut at about shoulder-length, silky and flowing and always well-kept despite her otherwise Spartan nature. She has full, though never painted lips, hardly ever seeming to turn up in a smile anymore. She has a long, deep scar running up from the bottom of her left jawline to the middle of her left cheek, marring her otherwise unblemished skin. Beneath her right eye, a tattoo in the shape of a fleur de lis has been inked. It looks almost ritual in nature, but its origins are as yet unknown.
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Clothes and Equipment: Over her travels, Raena has collected many pieces of heavy armour from her fallen foes and allies alike, melting it down and reforging it into a suit of plate maille unique to her and incredibly sturdy and heavy. The suit is stained forest green with bronze trim, a design embezzled in bronze on both pauldrons, one of a fleur de lis and the other a diving raven. Her bronze gorget has been shaped into the shape of a skull. In addition, a tattered orange-brown cloak wraps around her figure, obscuring her form in battle as well as adding an element of humility to her otherwise splendid armour. She does not tend to wear a helmet into battle, preferring the widest field of view as she can get.
As for armament, she tends to use a heavy enchanted two-handed flamberge sheathed upon her back as her primary weapon, with a short gladius and buckler as a backup. Finally, she carries a set of throwing knives within her cloak, and she's fairly proficient at aiming with them.
Outside of battle, she tends to wear simple linen clothing, preferring function and comfort over form. She hardly ever wears shoes outside her armour, either, having developed well-callused and strong feet to match her hands as a result.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 16:22:46 GMT -8
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Sept 15, 2015 15:26:05 GMT -8
Raena wordlessly moves over to pick up her blade, sliding it back into the hidden sheathe in her trousers, before sitting back down at the table and tearing into the leg of pheasant she had earlier placed upon her plate. Little does Robert know, she long ago paid off her own bounty. If he calls the authorities, they'll likely be more angry at Robert for wasting their time than at Raena for a crime she paid off shortly after her first contract. Still, Raena seriously considers leaving before first light regardless. Wendy's cheeky remark almost makes this situation all worth it, but her slightly shaking hands and the almost invisible trembling of her lip is an expression even Wendy, in the long months she's spent as Raena's travelling companion, won't have seen before. It almost appears as if the stoic woman is about to shed tears. However, Raena is very good at keeping it together, and simply continues her meal in silence.
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Sept 15, 2015 15:31:38 GMT -8
Robert waits until he gets outside before sputtering and wiping his face. When he reaches his tent, he collapses on his cot and screams.
"Where did she come from? How can she just pop up like that, after all these years? What is she doing? How did she evade the law so long? And how did she change so much? She was never like that, she would have fought me right then and there...what happened? Ugh...she'd better be gone in the morning."
One of his porters comes up to the tent.
"Sir, are you feeling alr-"
"SHUT UP AND GET OUT!"
The porter scurries off, and Robert reaches for another one of his bottles of wine. In the morning, the bottle is emptied and lies in pieces on the ground. Robert is asleep.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 3:57:53 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2015 15:36:01 GMT -8
As Rob left the tent, Wendy and the two water hands on her back gave him middle fingers, circling them around one another for added effect as well as bug eyes and a tilted chin in false intimidation. After he left, she sighed and went to sit down with Raena.
"I think that went well!" She said with a grin, putting her hand in Raena's free hand to calm her nerves.
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Raena Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 152
Age: 26
Physical Description: Standing at a height of six feet one inch, Raena Fletcher is a tall, very well-built young woman. Her skin is fairly pale, yet has a slight lively glow, and she has pale blue eyes that speak of a world weariness far beyond her age. Her snow white hair is always cut at about shoulder-length, silky and flowing and always well-kept despite her otherwise Spartan nature. She has full, though never painted lips, hardly ever seeming to turn up in a smile anymore. She has a long, deep scar running up from the bottom of her left jawline to the middle of her left cheek, marring her otherwise unblemished skin. Beneath her right eye, a tattoo in the shape of a fleur de lis has been inked. It looks almost ritual in nature, but its origins are as yet unknown.
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Clothes and Equipment: Over her travels, Raena has collected many pieces of heavy armour from her fallen foes and allies alike, melting it down and reforging it into a suit of plate maille unique to her and incredibly sturdy and heavy. The suit is stained forest green with bronze trim, a design embezzled in bronze on both pauldrons, one of a fleur de lis and the other a diving raven. Her bronze gorget has been shaped into the shape of a skull. In addition, a tattered orange-brown cloak wraps around her figure, obscuring her form in battle as well as adding an element of humility to her otherwise splendid armour. She does not tend to wear a helmet into battle, preferring the widest field of view as she can get.
As for armament, she tends to use a heavy enchanted two-handed flamberge sheathed upon her back as her primary weapon, with a short gladius and buckler as a backup. Finally, she carries a set of throwing knives within her cloak, and she's fairly proficient at aiming with them.
Outside of battle, she tends to wear simple linen clothing, preferring function and comfort over form. She hardly ever wears shoes outside her armour, either, having developed well-callused and strong feet to match her hands as a result.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 16:22:46 GMT -8
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Sept 15, 2015 15:43:08 GMT -8
Raena doesn't respond, but underneath the table, her hand wraps around Wendy's and squeezes, hard, although not hard enough to cause Wendy pain. She is unready for this type of conflict. She is usually so good at keeping her cool, but the return of her cousin brings back memories she would rather lock far, far away. She drinks down the rest of her water, and then releases Wendy's hand as she stands, retreating out into the desert with a short nod to Hirhan and a brief compliment consisting simply of, "It was good food."
The night air is as cold as she is inside right now. She will not discourage Wendy from following if she does, although she will not encourage it either. She wanders far away from the camp and sits behind a sand dune, pulling her knees up close to her chin, wrapping her arms about her legs as she stares off into the desert. Fate is a cruel mistress, she thinks. Very, very cruel.
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Registered: Nov 21, 2024 3:57:53 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2015 15:47:00 GMT -8
"So I take it that little thing with you trying to kill yourself is all part of this Void thing you like, huh?" Wendy said a few minutes after Raena managed to rest behind the dune. She was standing over Raena with her hands behind her back.
Wendy slid down the dune, sitting next to Raena.
"You can talk to me, you know you can." She said in a sincerely worried voice. "What was that all about?"
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Raena Fletcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 152
Age: 26
Physical Description: Standing at a height of six feet one inch, Raena Fletcher is a tall, very well-built young woman. Her skin is fairly pale, yet has a slight lively glow, and she has pale blue eyes that speak of a world weariness far beyond her age. Her snow white hair is always cut at about shoulder-length, silky and flowing and always well-kept despite her otherwise Spartan nature. She has full, though never painted lips, hardly ever seeming to turn up in a smile anymore. She has a long, deep scar running up from the bottom of her left jawline to the middle of her left cheek, marring her otherwise unblemished skin. Beneath her right eye, a tattoo in the shape of a fleur de lis has been inked. It looks almost ritual in nature, but its origins are as yet unknown.
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Clothes and Equipment: Over her travels, Raena has collected many pieces of heavy armour from her fallen foes and allies alike, melting it down and reforging it into a suit of plate maille unique to her and incredibly sturdy and heavy. The suit is stained forest green with bronze trim, a design embezzled in bronze on both pauldrons, one of a fleur de lis and the other a diving raven. Her bronze gorget has been shaped into the shape of a skull. In addition, a tattered orange-brown cloak wraps around her figure, obscuring her form in battle as well as adding an element of humility to her otherwise splendid armour. She does not tend to wear a helmet into battle, preferring the widest field of view as she can get.
As for armament, she tends to use a heavy enchanted two-handed flamberge sheathed upon her back as her primary weapon, with a short gladius and buckler as a backup. Finally, she carries a set of throwing knives within her cloak, and she's fairly proficient at aiming with them.
Outside of battle, she tends to wear simple linen clothing, preferring function and comfort over form. She hardly ever wears shoes outside her armour, either, having developed well-callused and strong feet to match her hands as a result.
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 16:22:46 GMT -8
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Post by Raena Fletcher on Sept 15, 2015 15:54:18 GMT -8
Through Raena's bangs, Wendy might see a few tears roll down her cheeks, her body trembling ever so slightly, though no sound escapes Raena's lips, and her voice doesn't crack as she says, quietly, "Something...in my past. I do not often speak of it. The reason I was exiled from my family. Part of the reason I joined with The Void."
She pulls her legs closer, pain rocketing through her heart as all the memories come flooding back in a torrent. "I do not wish to end this pleasant distraction yet, Wendy, but...I feel...remorse. I feel pain. I feel...empty. And it is all nobody's fault but my own," admits Raena, burying her face in the cloth of her trousers. Raena feels. She does not like feeling.
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Hirhan
Dedicated
Braving the desert heat in search of ancient relics.
Roleplay posts: 107
Age: 50
Physical Description: Weathered, serious looking (though in actuality not serious at all). Tall and lanky.
Clothes and Equipment: >A well worn robe favored by lecturers.
>Several weighty tomes, filled with information on the arcane. >Heavily bookmarked and earmarked, well used.
>A journal and accompanying scribe's toolkit.
>A rod of polished rosewood wood carved with arcane sigils. This blasting rod allows fine control, and helps Hirhan to channel more energy than he normally could.
>A medallion, featuring a pair of carved hands. This trinket helps absorb incoming missiles, and is somewhat effective at blocking magical attacks. Useless in a melee.
>A pouch of coins.
>A pair of glasses covered in lenses, which allow him to see that which mortal eyes cannot view.
>A vambrace which can store a single spell of later casting.
>An athame.
Player's online availability : Lol
Registered: Jul 30, 2015 17:28:46 GMT -8
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Post by Hirhan on Sept 15, 2015 15:54:44 GMT -8
Upon Robert's exit Hirhan would shake his head. This made things more difficult. He would finish his meal, then leave the tent to where Wendy and Raena had gone. Be beckoned Ralf and Rani to follow, if they so wished. The two outside were facing away from him, so he couldn't see either of the girl's faces.
"May I interrupt?"
He cleared his throat.
"I personally don't care about your past, but my government will. The laws of The Phoenix State are strict indeed, so I on principle will not allow you on this dig site come morning. All what this means is that your mission will be accelerated and shortened. I could hire any old mercenaries to protect the dig site from bandits. The ruins are different, and require a different caliber of fighter. Namely, you people. If I can't have you come morning, then I will use you while I can."
He smoothed out his robe absently as he spoke. He was lucky they were looking the other way. Ordering people around made him nervous.
"We leave in twenty minutes. Whatever is in that hole is getting cleared out. Tonight. If you have too much alcohol in your system I will remove it. My collection is running low."
He mused for a moment, thinking of something cool to say. It was hard, he had never been that dramatic, or leader-like. All this ordering and bossing around wasn't his style- he belonged in a tower with a good book, or at a table enchanting a warrior's blade. Oh bother.
He would wait for a response. If they didn't immediately say anything he would leave for his tent, and then for the dig site. They had daemons to kill.
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Registered: Nov 21, 2024 3:57:53 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2015 16:02:28 GMT -8
After Hirhan left them alone, Wendy thought of a moment. She helped Raena to her feet and pulled the tears away just by being close enough to them
"Remember what you said about my race and how it doesn't define me? Same thing's true about your past." She said with a smile. Patting Raena on the back, she headed off with Hirhan, stumbling in the sand a bit before getting back up and dusting it off.
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Rani
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 252
Age: 20
Physical Description: Light blue skin, Long red hair, blue eyes, has two small tusks
5'11"
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a sexy genie/belly dancer-like outfit with a veil and harem pants with slits on the thighs and such.
Flameburst Gauntlet: A mithril gauntlet that enhances fire magic.
Band of Nati: A shred of cloth colored vivid green with the blood of the infant nature god. Has healing properties and glows in the dark.
In her bag she carries lots of random objects that she uses as reagents, or they're junk.
Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: Jun 19, 2015 14:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Rani on Sept 15, 2015 16:03:13 GMT -8
"What does intimately mean?" Rani asked innocently.
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