Lenny Labree
Established
Roleplay posts: 47 
Age: 43
Physical Description: A rather overweight balding man who going by appearances, one might think is in his late 50s to 60s, despite actually being 43. His eyes are a yellowish color and his skin is rather tanned from time spent outside. He appears to have had a rough life but despite this, usually wears a wide smile on his face.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a rather large tan trenchcoat filled with many pockets, most filled with flask. He has a pair of spectacles he’ll occasionally wear for certain task. He carries around a wooden walking stick of some kind, with metal bands that have runes in them reinforcing it.
Registered: Nov 12, 2015 7:38:25 GMT -8
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Post by Lenny Labree on Nov 12, 2015 10:44:57 GMT -8
Lenny looked rather taken aback by the sudden attack from Artemis, a look of confusion passing over his face as she closed in on him rapidly. Right before she struck him, he cursed rather loudly and hurled himself out of the way. He hit the ground with a thud and rolled several more times before getting up. He appeared to have his eyes on the picnic basket.
"Oi now! Why are you trying to take my head off like that? You're supposed to be guarding Naoki against dangerous people who would harm her! Why on earth would you attack a gentleman like myself who has brought gifts for your mistress!?"
Lenny still appeared genuinely confused at Artemis's attack. He reached into his pocket, taking out another flask and taking a long swig of it while keeping one eye on Naoki's aggressive security escort.
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Artemis
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 205
Physical Description: Artemis is a sturdily built woman of medium height, with blonde hair tied back in a professional bun. Clad in a sharp black business suit, with black tie, dress shirt, and gloves, her appearance is utterly unremarkable; save for a single, flawless, purple gem, set on a simple black ribbon, worn choker-style around her throat. Her demeanor is such that she blends seamlessly into the background of any situation when her services are not required.
Registered: Sept 13, 2015 6:26:06 GMT -8
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Post by Artemis on Nov 12, 2015 13:40:59 GMT -8
Artemis's momentum carries her past Lenny as he dodges. Spinning in midair, she slides to a stop, resets her tonfa, and prepares to launch again, before stopping herself at his statement. She stands, and maneuvers herself between Lenny and Naoki, maintaining a combat stance the entire time.
"State who you are, and your business here."
Her voice is flat and cold.
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Lenny Labree
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: 43
Physical Description: A rather overweight balding man who going by appearances, one might think is in his late 50s to 60s, despite actually being 43. His eyes are a yellowish color and his skin is rather tanned from time spent outside. He appears to have had a rough life but despite this, usually wears a wide smile on his face.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a rather large tan trenchcoat filled with many pockets, most filled with flask. He has a pair of spectacles he’ll occasionally wear for certain task. He carries around a wooden walking stick of some kind, with metal bands that have runes in them reinforcing it.
Registered: Nov 12, 2015 7:38:25 GMT -8
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Post by Lenny Labree on Nov 12, 2015 13:49:02 GMT -8
He smiled widely at Artemis's question, seemly oblivious to her unhappy tone.
"I wanted to get some from the source you know? Is that so much to ask for? It's just not the same getting it from that horrible man Hasdrubal!" He looked pointedly at Naoki and pulled out a flask offering it to Artemis.
"I'm willing to make a trade, I made this myself!"
He looked expectantly at Naoki, nearly bouncing up and down with excitement.
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Artemis
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 205
Physical Description: Artemis is a sturdily built woman of medium height, with blonde hair tied back in a professional bun. Clad in a sharp black business suit, with black tie, dress shirt, and gloves, her appearance is utterly unremarkable; save for a single, flawless, purple gem, set on a simple black ribbon, worn choker-style around her throat. Her demeanor is such that she blends seamlessly into the background of any situation when her services are not required.
Registered: Sept 13, 2015 6:26:06 GMT -8
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Post by Artemis on Nov 12, 2015 15:13:01 GMT -8
Artemis is about to retort angrily, but stops as a connection clicks. Oh. THAT'S what he means. Dammed druggies.
Her demeanor defrosts slightly as she speaks.
"Oh, that's why you're here. We can oblige you, but only this one time, I'm afraid. Hasdrubal produces most of ours for a reason, we don't just give out the special stock to anyone."
Keeping an eye on him, Artemis retrieves the picnic basket, and proffers her part of the exchange.
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Lenny Labree
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: 43
Physical Description: A rather overweight balding man who going by appearances, one might think is in his late 50s to 60s, despite actually being 43. His eyes are a yellowish color and his skin is rather tanned from time spent outside. He appears to have had a rough life but despite this, usually wears a wide smile on his face.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a rather large tan trenchcoat filled with many pockets, most filled with flask. He has a pair of spectacles he’ll occasionally wear for certain task. He carries around a wooden walking stick of some kind, with metal bands that have runes in them reinforcing it.
Registered: Nov 12, 2015 7:38:25 GMT -8
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Post by Lenny Labree on Nov 13, 2015 7:03:30 GMT -8
Lenny nods vigorously to himself at Artemis’s explanation.
“I completely understand! Such wonderful things couldn’t be handed out to just anyone. A thousands thanks to you and your mistress.” His voice has taken on a more refined tone, as if he is mimicking the nobility.
Taking the picnic basket from Artemis, he opens the lid and looks inside briefly. He seems quite happy at the contents in it and closes the lid once more.
“Until we meet again my Princess.” Lenny gives Naoki a wink before then doing an over exaggerated bow to her.
His mission accomplished for the moment, Lenny bounds down to the side of the cliff and once again scurries his way down it rapidly. He whistles to himself as he makes his way back to the Free City.
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Kate Green
Dedicated
Assessing the damage w/ Naoki
Roleplay posts: 309 
Age: 19
Physical Description: Kate is built slenderly, but working in her gardens and on the field has defined her muscles. Her eyes shine with an amber hue and her silvery hair never seems to get dirty from the work she still insists on doing herself.
(Full Sized image: http://imgur.com/bJTWavF)
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a pink apron on her that has a simple square pattern. Underneath, brownish green pants and a black tube top. Many tools, such as a flower shovel, a small rake and a spray bottle, fit inside her pockets. A large red ribbon complements her hair.
When she was working at the Midnight Sun, she replaced her red ribbon with a black one she was gifted when she first joined. She also had a green dress, gifted to her by Naoki.
After being gone away for a long time, she has since expanded her wardrobe, and tends not to think about her clothes too much and follows whatever trends Naoki says are popular now.
Player's online availability : Consistently inconsistent
Registered: Sept 4, 2015 15:04:46 GMT -8
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Post by Kate Green on Nov 13, 2015 12:31:33 GMT -8
The glint in Naomi’s waking eyes makes Kate crack a smile. As she is pounced, cat-like, Kate does not show any signs of resistance, instead letting Naomi’s roaming fingers find the sweetest spots on her body. A particularly sensitive spot makes her quiver and moan, but Naoki is quick to silence her with a kiss on the lips. She would be entirely enmeshed in Naoki, so much so that she could not be distracted by anything in the world.
“Mmh… N- Naoki..." Kate is wheezingly trying to form words but Naoki’s seasoned hands always seem to find some new way of interrupting her. She looks up at her eyes. They had the same hue, the same glisten Kate knew to be in her eyes just the same.
This can’t be a coincidence.
Our eyes look to one another with the same passion. We two see the world differently but… Also, we see the world the way no one else can.
These kind of things just don’t happen out of coincidence. Now that I have her I…
I don’t want to be away from her.
The next time Naoki would lean closer to share another kiss with her, Kate would put her hand on Naoki’s cheek, to stop her from going wherever her instincts would otherwise lead her. She looked at her eyes.
Her eyes…
“Naoki...” Kate whispered, with a voice enervated by the handling she had both given and received today.
“I…” Kate paused. “I love you..."
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Nov 14, 2015 11:49:32 GMT -8
Naoki’s hand ceases its exploration as they lock eyes. Naoki reflects for a fleeting moment on this newly discovered beauty she finds herself lost in, the endless amber fractals that compose Kate’s irides.
Without hesitation, she replies in an equally tender tone, “And I, you.”
Naoki had come to accept her feelings earlier, and had suspected that Kate shared these feelings, but hearing them expressed verbally, and responding in kind…
There is no superior, more fulfilling feeling, to that experienced when the object of your love sincerely and passionately reciprocates your feelings for them. The feelings Naoki has for Kate cannot be accurately compared to sparks, or a flame; but rather to a great bonfire, a gasoline blaze raging within her heart. Feelings of such intensity, such overwhelming fervor, the likes of which she has never experienced before, and will likely never experience regarding any other subject.
The next few hours are consumed by this ardent blaze, spent in the best possible manner. Neither aware of the passage of time, neither looking beyond these compassionate moments shared with the other.
However, after a while, they surface from their bottomless sea of passion, and the world of reality comes into hazy focus. Naoki brings herself to sit upright, and greets the world with a dazed smile, lazily taking stock of what the world has been up to while she was otherwise occupied.
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Artemis
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 205
Physical Description: Artemis is a sturdily built woman of medium height, with blonde hair tied back in a professional bun. Clad in a sharp black business suit, with black tie, dress shirt, and gloves, her appearance is utterly unremarkable; save for a single, flawless, purple gem, set on a simple black ribbon, worn choker-style around her throat. Her demeanor is such that she blends seamlessly into the background of any situation when her services are not required.
Registered: Sept 13, 2015 6:26:06 GMT -8
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Post by Artemis on Nov 14, 2015 19:43:14 GMT -8
Kate's admission and Naoki's response fail to reach Artemis's ears, lost in the dialogue between her and the newcomer. As Lenny retreats into the distance, his business done, Artemis turns to Naoki and Kate, an apology on her lips, only to discover that the two are still lost in each other, totally oblivious to the outside world. Daaaaaaamn, woman. Is the green thumb really that powerful? With a mix of astonishment and quiet envy running through her mind, she returns to her post by the tree, and resumes watching where she left off.
Minutes pass. Artemis retrieves several articles of clothing, long since discarded, as they come near to blowing off of the edge of the cliff. The minutes stretch into hours. She passes the time in a... wide variety of ways, finally pulling out a knife from her jacket and whittling aimlessly on a stick. The sun is noticeably lower in the sky when Naoki finally sits up, a loopy grin on her face.
Noticing this action, Artemis slips her project and knife into her jacket. She stretches luxuriously, then arises, and makes her way over to the recuperating couple.
"It's getting late, Madame." With a mischievous smile toying at her lips, she holds out Naoki's panties, dangling them by the waistband from her index finger.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Nov 15, 2015 2:17:18 GMT -8
“Is it?...” Madame Naoki casually begins to re-style her hair, using her hand to bring all of the errant and dislodged hairs back into the primary fold stretching down her back. Looking up, the sun has indeed come a great way in its journey across the sky, and is now threatening to pass out of view behind the mountains. She supposes that losing track of time is only natural, in a situation such as hers. As if to highlight the passage of time, a gust of chilly, autumn wind whips its way across the rock face. Naoki, now neither clothed, nor sharing warmth with Kate, takes the full brunt of this arctic assault. She hastily drops her arms down around her chest, shivering. “It is.” An arm covered in goosebumps reaches to seize the proffered garment, and Naoki hastily dresses, crisp air overpowering the warm afterglow. After a handful of moments, she stands, albeit shakily, fully clothed. Looking around again, she notices the absence of the picnic basket. “Artemis… did you eat the... the entire picnic basket?” Her accusation degrades into a chuckle, Naoki doesn’t really give a flying feather what happened to the picnic basket. “We should really get back, though, as not to miss dinner.” Madame Naoki would wait for Kate to dress, offering assistance where it would be applicable but not obstructing. She would gather a few of the less-soiled blankets, and wrap them around their shoulders, makeshift cloaks to take the edge off the whipping winds. Once all matters were attended to, Madame Naoki would exit with the others, and waddle back to the city. <Exit to The Midnight Sun> |
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Kate Green
Dedicated
Assessing the damage w/ Naoki
Roleplay posts: 309
Age: 19
Physical Description: Kate is built slenderly, but working in her gardens and on the field has defined her muscles. Her eyes shine with an amber hue and her silvery hair never seems to get dirty from the work she still insists on doing herself.
(Full Sized image: http://imgur.com/bJTWavF)
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a pink apron on her that has a simple square pattern. Underneath, brownish green pants and a black tube top. Many tools, such as a flower shovel, a small rake and a spray bottle, fit inside her pockets. A large red ribbon complements her hair.
When she was working at the Midnight Sun, she replaced her red ribbon with a black one she was gifted when she first joined. She also had a green dress, gifted to her by Naoki.
After being gone away for a long time, she has since expanded her wardrobe, and tends not to think about her clothes too much and follows whatever trends Naoki says are popular now.
Player's online availability : Consistently inconsistent
Registered: Sept 4, 2015 15:04:46 GMT -8
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Post by Kate Green on Nov 16, 2015 13:53:16 GMT -8
“Whoops. I didn’t really mean to keep us here for this long… Sorry…” Before groping her way to her dress, she smooched Naoki on the cheek, wanting just a small taste of her before they’d need to show themselves before people again. She stretched her back and reached to gather her dress. “Hm, I really could have gone for some snacks now." Kate, sulking over the missed picnic, slipped into the green garment hurriedly under the pressure of the cold wind. Even then it wasn’t quite enough to keep her teeth from clattering. Naoki seemed to be in more of a hurry, as evident by her covering her body with picnic sheets. "You are going with that? Okay. Nooooo problem!” I hope they were the clean ones…Kate would walk with the two until they reached the gates of Isra. There, she stopped and gave an awkward smile. “Is it okay if I stop by my place before dinner? I think I’d need to… Freshen up. Hehe…” Kate would also reach out a request for Artemis to bring her shoppings over for the evening. Kate would hug Naoki for one last time before walking away from sight, with a slight limp. <Exit to Green's Greens”> |
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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 Nov 26, 2015 20:45:45 GMT -8
Lum'Valia glides over the free plans meandering lazily on rising thermals. She had just awoken from a rather pleasant nap only 20 years or so and was just enjoying stretching her wings. Though she was getting rather peckish perhaps it would be time to find something to eat soon. Lum'Valia can spot some farmlands across the plains and she speculates out loud.
"I wonder if the humans would mind terrible if I helped myself to some of their cows?"
Letting out a yawn she continues to spiral debating the question.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 23, 2024 18:55:20 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2015 18:43:56 GMT -8
A rather large dragon's shadow passed over the landscape of the plains, leaving dead, shriveled grass in its wake. The dragon appeared to take great care to avoid animals, though its face was still a mask of sorrow and regret. The importance of your unwilling sacrifice is not lost upon me, plain.
The dragon cut his life force drain and swung to the right, coming to a graceful landing. He curled up, turned into a shadow, and took a nap.
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Skarlet
Widely Known
Princess Skarlet
Roleplay posts: 1,035
Age: 26 (7 as Skarlet)
Physical Description: Short, dark brown hair parted to the right with a dark red streak.
Red eyes.
Pale skin.
5'10" height.
Hourglass body shape.
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She is a vampire
Clothes and Equipment: A short, red dress with a bustier to match, lace filigree up the sides. Black trousers were paired beneath it with black boots that rose to the knee. Black, elbow-length gloves paired to match the boots.
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/fc/1f/57/fc1f579fbc12ece8a7cf0af63c6945e9.jpg
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Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: May 29, 2015 14:10:30 GMT -8
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Post by Skarlet on Dec 31, 2015 21:17:06 GMT -8
Skarlet would come to the Free Plain with Francesco for her rebirthday date.
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Francesco d'Artusio
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 26
Physical Description: Francesco d'Artusio is a very dashing young man, from his long, wavy locks to his slim, built figure, his dark, yet striking eyes, his strong, cut jaw. His slightly darkened skin only adds to this appeal, giving him a rather exotic flair. In addition, a mischievous grin graces his face when he serves his customers, as if sharing in a joke with them. He speaks with a lilting, exotic, lively accent, as well. Overall, his charm is irresistible to most, and particularly women -- Francesco is known as a master seducer. He seems to even possess an almost unearthly draw to him, perhaps due to some sort of magic.
Clothes and Equipment: ======================================
Francesco generally wears simple, yet elegant clothing, consisting of an open well-tanned leather vest over a fine silk maroon tunic, which is almost always partially unbuttoned to showcase his well-cut figure, complimented by his clinging grey trousers and calf-high boots. Around his neck he wears a simple sterling silver pendent in the shape of the moon, mysteriously mirroring its phases as the moon changes, the eye seemingly irresistibly drawn to it on first glance. On slow nights, he lets his sister Catalina take over operation of the bar, showing off his musical skill and the deftness of his slender fingers by gracing the Tavern's patronage with the sweet melodies of his citrole, a four-stringed plucked instrument with a happy, upbeat sound to it.
Registered: Sept 23, 2015 0:13:22 GMT -8
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Post by Francesco d'Artusio on Dec 31, 2015 21:27:53 GMT -8
Francesco leads Skarlet by the hand into the Free Plains, walking with a leisurely swagger and admiring the view. By the time they reach the forest, it's night time. The crescent moon shines bright in the sky among a sea of twinkling stars, bathing the landscape in a pale blue glow. The forests hum with the songs of crickets, owls, and other assorted night-going creatures. Normally, the sounds would be rather creepy, but something about Francesco's aura this night is...calming. He smiles a lovely smile at Skarlet, taking both her hands in his and turning her to him. "Ah, mi amore, I could not imagine a more lovely woman to spend this night with. The air is fresh, the sky is clear, and mother moon greets us with open arms. Shall we retreat into the forest, my dear? There is a beautiful secluded clearing before a waterfall deep within. A very romantic spot!"
Before Skarlet can answer, Francesco leans in and plants a lingering kiss upon her lips, his own warm and gentle. His brown eyes mirror the moon's blue twinkle as he pulls back, grinning happily.
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Skarlet
Widely Known
Princess Skarlet
Roleplay posts: 1,035
Age: 26 (7 as Skarlet)
Physical Description: Short, dark brown hair parted to the right with a dark red streak.
Red eyes.
Pale skin.
5'10" height.
Hourglass body shape.
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She is a vampire
Clothes and Equipment: A short, red dress with a bustier to match, lace filigree up the sides. Black trousers were paired beneath it with black boots that rose to the knee. Black, elbow-length gloves paired to match the boots.
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/fc/1f/57/fc1f579fbc12ece8a7cf0af63c6945e9.jpg
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Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: May 29, 2015 14:10:30 GMT -8
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Post by Skarlet on Dec 31, 2015 21:36:27 GMT -8
"Mhm, it is—" Skarlet is caught by surprise by his kiss, she closed her eyes and felt like she could float away until he ended it. She looks into his eyes and nods, "Okay lets go then.~"
She'd follow him into the forest, when they arrived at their destination she'd admire the view. It looked spectacular tonight. When she used to live out in the wild as a feral vampire, she didn't have the luxury to take in scenery; Her vision was always reddened in her ravenous search for sustenance. "It's lovely, Francesco."
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Francesco d'Artusio
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 26
Physical Description: Francesco d'Artusio is a very dashing young man, from his long, wavy locks to his slim, built figure, his dark, yet striking eyes, his strong, cut jaw. His slightly darkened skin only adds to this appeal, giving him a rather exotic flair. In addition, a mischievous grin graces his face when he serves his customers, as if sharing in a joke with them. He speaks with a lilting, exotic, lively accent, as well. Overall, his charm is irresistible to most, and particularly women -- Francesco is known as a master seducer. He seems to even possess an almost unearthly draw to him, perhaps due to some sort of magic.
Clothes and Equipment: ======================================
Francesco generally wears simple, yet elegant clothing, consisting of an open well-tanned leather vest over a fine silk maroon tunic, which is almost always partially unbuttoned to showcase his well-cut figure, complimented by his clinging grey trousers and calf-high boots. Around his neck he wears a simple sterling silver pendent in the shape of the moon, mysteriously mirroring its phases as the moon changes, the eye seemingly irresistibly drawn to it on first glance. On slow nights, he lets his sister Catalina take over operation of the bar, showing off his musical skill and the deftness of his slender fingers by gracing the Tavern's patronage with the sweet melodies of his citrole, a four-stringed plucked instrument with a happy, upbeat sound to it.
Registered: Sept 23, 2015 0:13:22 GMT -8
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Post by Francesco d'Artusio on Dec 31, 2015 22:14:02 GMT -8
The trek through the forest takes about half an hour, but it's well worth the wait. Somehow, despite the lack of a trail, Francesco knows exactly where he's going, and they emerge into a large clearing. Within the center of the clearing is a large pool of clear water, constantly rippling due to white water cascading down softly from a rock face to the east. Above the pool, glowbugs flit about, their abdomens flashing in the night, reflecting off the pool's waters.
Francesco leads Skarlet by the hand to spot that seems to have seen recent human activity, as a ring of stones for a campfire is already set up, cold embers lying upon the ground. A large tent is also already set up nearby, containing a comfortable-looking hammock stretched between two stakes complete with fluffy pillows. Francesco leads Skarlet to the waterside, and sits down on the ground, stretching his legs out and patting the soft grass beside him with a white-toothed smile up at his lover. "Sit, my dear," he implores.
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Skarlet
Widely Known
Princess Skarlet
Roleplay posts: 1,035
Age: 26 (7 as Skarlet)
Physical Description: Short, dark brown hair parted to the right with a dark red streak.
Red eyes.
Pale skin.
5'10" height.
Hourglass body shape.
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She is a vampire
Clothes and Equipment: A short, red dress with a bustier to match, lace filigree up the sides. Black trousers were paired beneath it with black boots that rose to the knee. Black, elbow-length gloves paired to match the boots.
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/fc/1f/57/fc1f579fbc12ece8a7cf0af63c6945e9.jpg
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Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: May 29, 2015 14:10:30 GMT -8
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Post by Skarlet on Dec 31, 2015 22:27:15 GMT -8
Skarlet takes a seat by Francesco after observing the insects flying around over the water. She looks over at the tent and campfire, "Looks like someone's campsite."
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Francesco d'Artusio
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 26
Physical Description: Francesco d'Artusio is a very dashing young man, from his long, wavy locks to his slim, built figure, his dark, yet striking eyes, his strong, cut jaw. His slightly darkened skin only adds to this appeal, giving him a rather exotic flair. In addition, a mischievous grin graces his face when he serves his customers, as if sharing in a joke with them. He speaks with a lilting, exotic, lively accent, as well. Overall, his charm is irresistible to most, and particularly women -- Francesco is known as a master seducer. He seems to even possess an almost unearthly draw to him, perhaps due to some sort of magic.
Clothes and Equipment: ======================================
Francesco generally wears simple, yet elegant clothing, consisting of an open well-tanned leather vest over a fine silk maroon tunic, which is almost always partially unbuttoned to showcase his well-cut figure, complimented by his clinging grey trousers and calf-high boots. Around his neck he wears a simple sterling silver pendent in the shape of the moon, mysteriously mirroring its phases as the moon changes, the eye seemingly irresistibly drawn to it on first glance. On slow nights, he lets his sister Catalina take over operation of the bar, showing off his musical skill and the deftness of his slender fingers by gracing the Tavern's patronage with the sweet melodies of his citrole, a four-stringed plucked instrument with a happy, upbeat sound to it.
Registered: Sept 23, 2015 0:13:22 GMT -8
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Post by Francesco d'Artusio on Jan 1, 2016 22:10:55 GMT -8
"Yes, my dear, it is mine. I come here often when I have had enough of the city," responds Francesco. "I find it to be very relaxing. Sometimes I even bathe in the waterfall. It is very refreshing!"
Francesco gives a sly grin and winks as he continues, "Perhaps you will join me some time, no?"
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Skarlet
Widely Known
Princess Skarlet
Roleplay posts: 1,035
Age: 26 (7 as Skarlet)
Physical Description: Short, dark brown hair parted to the right with a dark red streak.
Red eyes.
Pale skin.
5'10" height.
Hourglass body shape.
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She is a vampire
Clothes and Equipment: A short, red dress with a bustier to match, lace filigree up the sides. Black trousers were paired beneath it with black boots that rose to the knee. Black, elbow-length gloves paired to match the boots.
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Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: May 29, 2015 14:10:30 GMT -8
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Post by Skarlet on Jan 1, 2016 23:38:24 GMT -8
"Oh! That explains it then." Skarlet looks over at the waterfall, "Yeah perhaps I could some time."
"By the way Francesco, I have a job now. I'm the Head Hostess at the Midnight Sun now, I'm in charge of all the wait staff."
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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 Jan 15, 2016 20:35:14 GMT -8
Flying only a few feet from the ground at breakneck speeds the demonic menace brought with him a sense of purpose and his pervasive demonic aura that rolled out behind him like a bloody fog. He muttered under his breath about how idiotic he was to suggest this place as the destination to meet up, it was just so green and boring and flat!
The only positive aspect was the ease at which he was able to procure additional ingredients as the animals that called this place home were no match for Maelik's sheer speed and size. Whenever he spotted a particularly juicy looking kill he'd simply reach down whilst flying past it and snag it by the neck, the sudden jerk usually enough to outright kill the thing. Although in the case of anything surviving the experience the demon wasn't in any hurry to finish it off, after all... the fresher the meat, the better the taste.
Eventually he gave up on the idea of finding a premium spot out in the open so he moved on to the nearby woods, however the many tree trunks of various sizes were not as accommodating to his flight style, a fact that Maelik learned the hard way as he smashed through tree after tree with decreasing success.
CRASH! CRASH! CRASH!...Crash.....crash......crash.........crash..........Thud.
Maelik picked himself up after playing chicken with an especially thick trunk and losing... by a lot, and conducted an assessment of the various wounds he sustained.
"Hmm, a few bruises, a couple scrapes, only a few cuts but no brain damage so that's good... but no brain damage so that's good... but no brain damage so that's good... Oh hey what's that!?"
A waterfall only a few dozen feet away caught the attention of the questionably sane demon, the glistening water splashing softly down into a large pool at the base. It would have been the perfect place to set up shop for his romantic dinner, except for one tiny little hiccup. It seems that the place was already claimed, a small campsite seemed to have been erected and in Maelik's eyes that made it tainted.
However, that did not mean that the unclaimed space at the top of the waterfall fell under that same category. And just like that he started woozily making his way up the face of the rocky cliff, manually climbing it simply because he was too addled to remember he could fly. And once he had conquered that (relatively) daunting task he was met with a sight that he would argue to be even more picturesque.
Rather than having the benefit of seeing the waterfall gracefully touch down upon the water like the previous spot this new place sported a more open view of the sky and had soft grass of its own just a bit farther down the river as well. In addition the quietly babbling river was impressive in its own right but both of those things paled in comparison to the sheer breathtaking beauty that the altitude of the place afforded. If one would just peer over the edge of the waterfall then they'd bear witness to not only the tranquil pool down below but they'd also be given a panoramic view of the forest itself and by consequence most of the plains as well, even Isra was visible from this point. He could only imagine how majestic it will look once the last lights of day are overtaken by the soft darkness of night.
"Still... it isn't good enough... But that just means I need to improve it a bit!"
And so the construction of what Maelik called, 'The Gargantuan Grand Gazebo' had begun! After collecting and treating the wood from the trees he felled with his head, (totally intentional!) the actual making of the thing wasn't that hard. Sure he had no nails or tools of any kind but it would take a lot more than that to stop him from completing the inane goal he set out for himself! To compensate for the lack of nails he resorted to older methods of construction and used wooden pegs, and as for the total lack of a hammer or a saw he used his fists and tail blade.
It was a hard job to finish but when all was said and done there was a sturdily built gazebo smack dab in the middle of the river suspended in midair by two bridges. Now the Lord, hard of breath and seeing things in doubles forced himself to move on to setting up the fireworks in a nearby but still out of sight location, a task made more difficult by his inability to think straight but eventually even that was done. At that point he staggered over to the gazebo once more and summoned a minor imp to finish setting up the cooking equipment and once finished to go and find Lum's group and escort them to this spot when their business was finished.
"Ummm, you okay there boss?" it asked in its high pitched voice upon noticing the blood practically oozing from Maelik's maw and eyes, "cause you ain't exactly lookin' too hot..."
Maelik bent down low with a tender smile, something that made the imp immediately realize that he screwed up.
"Are you implying that I'm unattractive?" the Lord asked in a quiet, almost wispy voice, his eyes unfocused but still giving off that pant soiling feeling of dread.
"N-no! Did I say hot? I meant to say... um... healthy?" The imp shrunk back and his last few words came out as an almost inaudible squeak.
"So then it's not that I'm not hunky it's that I'm not in shape?" Maelik growled, his draconian snout, and all the needle sharp fangs that it held just inches from the poor imp's head.
"I- uh I didn't mean it like that I-" it began but was cut off by the firm hold of the Lord's hand squeezing around the tiny demon's head, and tightening its grip with every passing second. After a short struggle in which the imp flailed useless against the iron death grip of its summoner there was a loud crack as Maelik collapsed its skull in with minimal effort.
Maelik would then callously drop the still twitching imp and released his summons before enacting another one, only this time a fluffier and far more terrified imp answered the call.
"You shaw your predecesshor ash he returned yesh?" Maelik asked with a slur, his mind becoming so blurry that not even his rage could sharpen it.
"Yesh... I mean yes boss!" the new imp yelped.
"Good," he said and after giving the description of Lum, Jun and Arya he sent it on it's way, settling to finish the rest of the preparations by himself.
He got about as far as setting up the fire pit and lighting a fire before passing out, his head slamming into the the coals and causing the fire's brilliant orange flames to darken to black. Things... weren't going according to plan.
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