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 Feb 10, 2016 11:50:27 GMT -8
Skarlet feels Francesco's embrace and shuts her eyes, reveling in the contact. She reaches up and feels the side of his face. "Thank you, it was wonderful."
Skarlet would turn back around and blink a few meters behind Francesco. "Let's get back to the tent, as much as you enjoy seeing me nude i need to get dressed and grab my parasol before I'm caught in the sun."
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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.
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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 Feb 10, 2016 12:34:06 GMT -8
"Ah, a shame. Alright, then, lead the way. I think I'd like to have the rear view," responds Francesco with a sly grin and a wink. He gestures for her to lead and falls in behind her, his eyes centered upon her backside, though exploring her every curve with just as much enthusiasm. Ah, what a lucky man he is.
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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 Feb 10, 2016 12:45:24 GMT -8
They return to the camp and Skarlet gets dressed. Once she has her parasol she'd wait for Francesco and link arms with him while they walked back to Isra.
<exit>
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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 Feb 10, 2016 12:54:21 GMT -8
Francesco dresses himself as well, though it's a much shorter process than for Skarlet. Once he's finished, he takes her arm and begins walking at a leisurely pace, enjoying the beauty of nature as they go.
[Exit]
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Raulio Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 68 
Age: 28
Clothes and Equipment: A white jacket and pants, a tool kit, a lyre, a notebook and pencil, and a pouch of coffee and green tea candy
Registered: Oct 14, 2015 19:52:13 GMT -8
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Post by Raulio Fletcher on Feb 16, 2016 22:47:38 GMT -8
... Several hours later, Raulio had done it. It was one of his largest, and finest, paintings yet.  The only flaw he saw in it was that it was a bit too realistic. Not enough abstraction. In any case it captured the majesty of the mountainous region and the moonlight perfectly. Finally unable to continue staying awake, Raulio would start to pass out, gradually drifting backwards, perhaps into the open arms of a certain mage...? |
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Megan Zachurr
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 131
Registered: Oct 14, 2015 14:19:14 GMT -8
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Post by Megan Zachurr on Feb 17, 2016 0:13:35 GMT -8
Megan is absently reading a book when Raulio falls over on her. "AH! Hey, You okay?"
She put the book aside and adjusted herself and how she was holding Raulio. She felt a little awkward having him in her arms as it wasn't something she was used to, she'd brush some of his hair away from his face. Having a close look, she had to admit Raulio looked attractive.
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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.
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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 Feb 19, 2016 20:23:14 GMT -8
Looking up from her book, Madame Naoki notices that Raulio is finished. Estimating from the position of the moon, a significant number of hours have passed while he’s been painting.
Sliding a bookmark into her book and standing, she stretches, raising her arms and leaning to the side. She steps across the blanket to stand behind Megan and Raulio, and examines the finished painting by the fading light of the moon. And what a painting it is. She whispers, “Excellent work.”
Naoki’s earring glimmers a bit as she sends for the carriage. She motions to Artemis: it’s time to clean up.
She will proceed to clean up their little campsite, folding the blanket back up, stowing it back in the backpack, along with her books. Eventually, the carriage arrives, the great metal vehicle trundling slowly across the plain. Barring any objections or interruptions, Madame Naoki proceeds to lead the group to exit, back to The Sun in the comfortable and heated carriage.
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Megan Zachurr
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 131
Registered: Oct 14, 2015 14:19:14 GMT -8
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Post by Megan Zachurr on Feb 22, 2016 21:50:15 GMT -8
<exits with Raulio and Naoki>
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Raulio Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 68
Age: 28
Clothes and Equipment: A white jacket and pants, a tool kit, a lyre, a notebook and pencil, and a pouch of coffee and green tea candy
Registered: Oct 14, 2015 19:52:13 GMT -8
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Post by Raulio Fletcher on Feb 22, 2016 21:53:58 GMT -8
Megan might find Raulio surprisingly light, but still tough and wiry from years of running around on caffeine. As if he could sense Megan's embrace of his body despite being passed out, a warm smile curled on his pale face. "For... art."
In the meantime, the colorful beetle had triumphed against its foe and was now strutting its wing covers triumphantly.
<Exits>
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Hiyama
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 16
Physical Description: A young man with an ordinary frame, still in his adolescence.
Clothes and Equipment: Red kimono, white obi, black hakama, and zori sandles. Is often seen wearing a crude, thick straw cloak.
Player's online availability : Depends on the story I'm in.
Registered: May 12, 2015 22:23:57 GMT -8
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Post by Hiyama on Feb 24, 2016 21:41:07 GMT -8
It had been awhile since he had seen any kind of city. Following a journey on boat through the Misty Seas by near-perilous accident, he had arrived on a foreign shoreline and traveled inland, his wooden zori sandles clicking along a dusty field road. His kimono and hakama fluttered in the breeze, sun illuminating his youthful face that was only slightly in need of a haircut. A single katana clung to his left hip, encased in a metal saya that had been lacquered red and had a slightly tattered grip. It was not always one survives such an event, he figured, and such perspective lent to a happy-go-luck mentality that kept him aimlessly down the road until he reached Isra.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 23, 2024 3:08:23 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2016 15:19:47 GMT -8
<Entrance from Bridge Town>
Unconsciously gripping tighter to Azrael as he landed, the moment Kalarys was put on her feet, she took a few steps back from him, hands unnecessarily smoothing out the separated strips of her skirt. Looking down, to the side, and generally anywhere but at Azrael himself, she then folded her arms beneath her breasts. "I'm.. fine, thank you." But clearly something was bothering her. Not being one to beat around the proverbial bush, she took a few deep breaths, then forced the words out as though they were physically painful.
"Why did you call me that?" On the off chance that the Angel of Death was uncertain as to her meaning, Kalarys finally lifted her gaze to his, two different shades of red clashing, and.. clarified. "Your 'beloved'?" The emphasis on the affectionate descriptor itself would've been audible to a deaf man, and the faintest hint of pink entered the woman's face as she said it. She wanted to ask if he'd meant it, but she was too afraid she'd sound.. hopeful. She didn't want to hope he'd meant it. She wasn't sure what she wanted, honestly. The freedom to roam or settle at her will, but beyond that..? She just didn't know. Other than that she would be happy to have him by her side, whenever he could manage it. Which was a frightening admission in and of itself. Kalarys Talin needed no man, but want.. was a different story, apparently.
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Azrael
Established
Roleplay posts: 36
Age: immeasurable
Registered: Feb 24, 2016 15:14:40 GMT -8
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Post by Azrael on Mar 4, 2016 15:55:11 GMT -8
Kalarys' question completely blindsides Azrael. He stays silent for a long several moments, his brows arched and his eyes wide with surprise. He takes a seat upon the grassy hill, looking out over the plains contemplatively. After a while of this, Kalarys might wonder if he'll respond at all.
Then, he looks back up at her, his crimson eyes soft, yet filled with...something resembling sorrow. Perhaps regret. Perhaps trepidation.
"Perhaps...perhaps it is because it is true. I had not meant to say that at that time, it simply...slipped. But it is true," says Azrael, his voice even more quiet and subdued than usual.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 23, 2024 3:08:23 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2016 16:08:06 GMT -8
She'd managed to blindside him? That wasn't at all what she'd expected. She'd anticipated him laughing it off, or at least addressing the question with some sort of confidence. No. Instead she'd managed to shock the Angel of Death into sitting down and looking contemplative for many minutes. With her arms still folded defensively, Kalarys just stood there and.. watched him. Waiting for an answer. An answer she felt she deserved. When he looked up at her, the gleam in his eyes rocked her to the core, and then his words stole her breath.
Remaining silent for several long, tense moments after he spoke, Kala finally let her arms fall and moved closer to him, sitting on her knees on the ground before the winged man. She inhaled deeply, then released it on a sigh, trying to organize her thoughts as she gazed into his eyes. Why did he seem so sad? The smile which had been slowly appearing faded in an instant, and she couldn't help murmuring the thought, as what she'd been intending to say disappeared from her mind in a wave of concern. "Why are your eyes filled with sadness?" Did he regret the way he felt..? The thought made her heart ache, as though someone had plunged in a knife and twisted it.
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Azrael
Established
Roleplay posts: 36
Age: immeasurable
Registered: Feb 24, 2016 15:14:40 GMT -8
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Post by Azrael on Mar 4, 2016 16:27:26 GMT -8
Azrael returns his gaze to the rolling grasslands before him. He gives a short sigh, leaning back on one hand, the other arm resting upon his raised knee. It's another several moments before he speaks again. This time, when he looks at her, his eyes are once again almost unreadable.
"It is clear that you have not ever felt the same way towards me. I have been within your consciousness, and I know you have no love for me. I know that you are dreading the day when you must join me in the afterlife," responds Azrael.
"Yet, I could not stand to lose you. I have caused this predicament, where I am extremely attached to a mortal, and yet...she has no feelings for me. It is...distressing."
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 23, 2024 3:08:23 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 4, 2016 16:33:00 GMT -8
There was that feeling again. Kalarys didn't like it at all. Her eyes grew sad as she listened to his words. No wonder he seemed so sorrowful. His distress made her unhappy. Didn't that mean something? After mulling over his words, she spoke up, her words uttered slowly, precisely, each word carefully weighed before it was chosen to pass her lips. "Azrael, I don't know what to say. I feel a deep affection for you.. very deep.. but given my past, and that this is the first time we've really interacted, other than.. when I died, and your voice in my mind all these years.. I can't say for certain whether or not I.. love you." Trying to soften the potential blow of these words, she moved closer, reaching out to stroke some of his alabaster hair back from his face, her gloved fingertips tracing across his cheek.
"But I want to. If I'm to spend eternity by your side once I die, I want to feel more than just deep affection for you. I want to love you with everything that I am." The smile she offered him then was hesitant, and a touch shy. "So just.. give me some time, to develop the same feelings. Please." Her gaze searched his, filled with hope and pleading. She'd already said she wanted to keep seeing him, and now she confessed a wish to love him. Wasn't that enough? Would the desire to feel the same way be reason for him to stay by her side, as much as he was able?
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Azrael
Established
Roleplay posts: 36
Age: immeasurable
Registered: Feb 24, 2016 15:14:40 GMT -8
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Post by Azrael on Mar 5, 2016 10:51:04 GMT -8
"If course," responds Azrael, looking up to her and placing a hand upon her own. He smiles just a touch, but those crimson orbs remain difficult to read. He grasps her hand suddenly and pulls her down beside him, wrapping her up in an embrace, one arm and two wings about her shoulders as he watches the stars drift by. The way those wings drape over her, it seems like those two are the only couple in the entire world, locked away but for the beautiful scene before them. A chilly breeze washes gently against the couple's exposed flesh, though Azrael doesn't react. It is nothing compared to the chill of death, after all. Still, he pulls Kalarys in closer, providing more of his warmth for her comfort.
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Registered: Nov 23, 2024 3:08:23 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2016 11:18:56 GMT -8
His response, while little more than two words, two syllables, still gave Kalarys happiness.. and hope. She gasped in surprise when Azrael pulled her down beside him, but was content enough to snuggle up to his side. Pulling her legs up against her body and turning to tuck as much of her form as she could against his, her head settled on his shoulder, her arm stretching out to rest across his torso. She'd never had any moments like this with Vincent or Carlos; Vincent's idea of romance had been fancy dinners and expensive gifts, whereas Carlos.. well, the occasional rose was all she got from him.
As she sat and gazed up at the stars with Azrael, thoughts trickled into and out of her mind. Perhaps she should find a place to settle, and grow herself a house? Maybe she should broaden her wardrobe, look more feminine? Would he prefer if she did? How far would their relationship develop? Did he intend to bed her? What if she became with child? That thought caused an oddly pleasant fluttering sensation in her belly, and she remembered her son. Was he even still alive? She had searched for him for so long, but never found any trace... Perhaps she could have another child.. with Azrael.
Shaking those thoughts aside, she held herself closer to him, tilting her head just enough to press a soft kiss to his cheek, then returned to stargazing. At that moment, there was nowhere else she'd rather be.. and wasn't that a step in the right direction?
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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 Mar 20, 2016 12:59:35 GMT -8
<Enter from The Free City>
Exiting through the gates and out into the plain, Moon stretched her arms overhead and inhaled deeply of the fresh morning air. It carried the scent of blossoms and growing things, and it invigorated her. As her arms fell, she released a deep, satisfied sigh, and pushed her braid back over her shoulder. Then her body shifted, fur sprouting, joints and bones popping sickeningly as she took her lupine form.
Finally, she stood there in all her furred glory, and barked happily at the guards who were staring at her. Then she hauled off into the plain, her tall body speeding through the grass, feeling the wind in her fur as it rippled along the open space. Ahh, this was what she'd been missing. All of her troubles melted away - missing Alden, missing Kematian who had been painfully absent of late - and were lost in the cool spring breeze.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 23, 2024 3:08:23 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2016 13:24:09 GMT -8
 From hidden sight did that of the hunter rise, roaring at the wolf with a raised spear, entering directly in front of the wolf's path. A mighty spear was raised upwards, bulging arms flexed as they stabbed the spear down in front of the orc, in between its feet as the wolf grew closer, expecting this to be as of a common wolf and would be worried by such an intimidating display as so, pounding against his chest as saliva shot from his mouth as he roared at the wolf. |
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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 Mar 20, 2016 15:56:54 GMT -8
The sudden motion and the roar that accompanied it startled Moon, to the point that her running paws tripped up, and she went tumbling head-over-tail as a result. Flailing about and finally managing to dig her paws and claws into the earth, she came to a halt mere inches from that spear, and quickly scrambled onto her paws, backing away from the orc with her head down and her tail tucked between her legs. The pale silver-blue eyes that gazed up at the orc were far too intelligent for a normal wolf, but he wasn't given long to see them.. because she abruptly whirled around and began running again.
Moon had no bloody clue what the hell was going on, but she needed to get away from here and back to the city, as fast as she could. Lowering her head to try and limit wind resistance, she stretched out, looking like a white blur as she hauled ass through the plains back toward the semi-distant walls of Isra.
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