Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420 
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Mar 31, 2018 17:11:08 GMT -8
Silence was what Alden was most comfortable with. Despite, or because of, five years with six children he'd come to realize just how much he enjoyed silence. It was also a state of being for him, he was unnaturally quiet in a way that few things could hope to be. Even when sitting still most people made some measure of noise that could be heard, but not Alden. If one wasn't looking directly at him it was possible to forget he was even there. Sometimes he wasn't he could leave without noise just as easily as he sat without.
The silence is broken as Cynder finally gives him something of an answer, her eyes filling with tears that are quickly wiped away. People were always so weird about tears. Seeing them as a mark of shame, of weakness, but they were simply a by-product of pain or emotion. Why should one feel shame for what they feel? Such things were still beyond him.
"I am okay with it." He says after a moments thought. "I do worry you will hurt them again. But I do not think that I would deny them the chance at the joy you might bring them for fear of the pain you might cause." He would shelter them from all pain if he could but he'd learned that sometimes a small risk came. Her refusal of his offer to eliminate her family and religious order does not come as a surprise. Even if his children hurt him he had trouble imagining hurting them back for any reason. Such extreme measures were always difficult when it came to family or at least he believed they were.
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Rarraennan "Cynder" K'talon
Committed
Roleplay posts: 55 
Age: 26
Physical Description: Covered in a sleek, silky coat of blue fur, this catlike jungle islander stands at about five feet tall, average height for one of her species, though rather short compared to other humanoids. She has almond-shaped, sly brown slitted eyes and a short snout, ending in a wet black nose. Two fluffy blue and white ears poke up above an oddly misplaced head of brown silky hair, the left one pierced with two hoop earrings. Her figure is lithe and well-toned, speaking to a life of intense physical activity.
Clothes and Equipment: ============
Cynder generally wears a set of black and gold leather clothing, coated with a wax that makes it fireproof, due to Cynder's being covered in fur, and the difficulties that presents as a pyromancer. Her top is a low-cut halter top with gold lining, and her trousers are tight leather trousers, complemented by a pair of sturdy boots, perfect for acrobatic performances. When not performing, she generally walks about with her feet uncovered, preferring the feel of the ground beneath her paws. She wears quite a bit of golden jewelry, as well, all produced in her homeland long, long ago, handed down to her by her mother.
Registered: Feb 13, 2016 19:57:17 GMT -8
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Post by Rarraennan "Cynder" K'talon on Apr 1, 2018 16:14:42 GMT -8
Cynder gives a brighter smile at Alden's affirmation, nodding happily. She's been travelling for months upon months to see her kits again, and finally she'll have reached her goal. It fills her heart with joy.
"Thank you, Alden. I have not seen them since they were barely a month old. Have they grown well? Our species reaches maturity much quicker than yours, but since they're partly of your blood, I am unsure how fast they will become fully grown," she muses, her gaze returning to the flames to watch them dance and curl in the night breeze. She tosses another stick into the flame and watches it flare up ever so slightly, her mind filled with thoughts of her old home, of Isra, of how good it'll be to come back.
Something has still gone unsaid, though. It shows on her face as her brows furrow once again, casting a concerned shadow across her visage. She looks up at Alden, cocking her head just a touch.
"Alden..." she begins, slowly, "is there...anyone else?"
She regrets asking the question almost immediately. Of course he would have moved on in her absence. Any sane person would. And women tended toward men who could prove apt at raising children -- or at least, they did in her society. She averts her eyes back to the fire, running her finger-pads through her bangs to shield her face. Foolish girl, she chides herself.
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Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Apr 1, 2018 16:54:28 GMT -8
The obvious joy at the chance to see her kits again was a good sign. "They are five now and they look it. They are as happy and healthy as I can make them, though they don't make it easy. Moonflower is as prone to wandering as she was as a babe but now she can figure out how to work a latch. Caleb and Kae have decided they want to be knights when they grow up and are prone to roughhousing. They show surprising promise for children their age. Naoki has managed to read near an entire libraries worth of books, how that child does it I have no idea but her tutors already say she is a prodigy. Juniper has taken to tending the front garden with my help, she seems to really love the paints. And Rawr Rawr... well he is still the smallest and the timidest but getting him drawing and he is as happy." A wistful smile dancing across Alden's face as he speaks of his children the love is obvious.
The next question is... expected. The smile dipping a few inches as he thinks of how best to answer it. "There is not." He says slowly. "I had a few abortive attempts at romance. But I came to realize I was doing it more because I wanted my children to have a mother, rather than true affection for the women I was dealing with." Another pause and he rubs his face. "That doesn't mean that we will start back up whatever we had before. It doesn't rule it out either but you should understand..."
He trails off, he'd gotten better at being frank and honest with his feelings in recent years. Or more often than not his lack of feelings. "When you met me I had no real grasp on what love was. What happened between us was... lust at least on my part. I could have potentially become something more I think but then you left. I am... not human. Not in the sense of my species but in the way I process and understand things. I am slowly learning just how skewed my emotions are thanks to what was done to me as a child."
Shaking his head he shrugs his shoulders. "I love my... our children. I know this but I don't love you. But to be fair, I am not sure that I am capable of loving anyone besides the kids. I think I still have a lot of things to sort out and a few people I really should bury before I give thought to such matters again." That was it, the long and the short. Alden viewed himself as inherently broken, he had a group of people he needed to kill that might slaughter everything he loved, and he understood it all.
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Rarraennan "Cynder" K'talon
Committed
Roleplay posts: 55
Age: 26
Physical Description: Covered in a sleek, silky coat of blue fur, this catlike jungle islander stands at about five feet tall, average height for one of her species, though rather short compared to other humanoids. She has almond-shaped, sly brown slitted eyes and a short snout, ending in a wet black nose. Two fluffy blue and white ears poke up above an oddly misplaced head of brown silky hair, the left one pierced with two hoop earrings. Her figure is lithe and well-toned, speaking to a life of intense physical activity.
Clothes and Equipment: ============
Cynder generally wears a set of black and gold leather clothing, coated with a wax that makes it fireproof, due to Cynder's being covered in fur, and the difficulties that presents as a pyromancer. Her top is a low-cut halter top with gold lining, and her trousers are tight leather trousers, complemented by a pair of sturdy boots, perfect for acrobatic performances. When not performing, she generally walks about with her feet uncovered, preferring the feel of the ground beneath her paws. She wears quite a bit of golden jewelry, as well, all produced in her homeland long, long ago, handed down to her by her mother.
Registered: Feb 13, 2016 19:57:17 GMT -8
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Post by Rarraennan "Cynder" K'talon on Apr 1, 2018 17:13:14 GMT -8
Cynder nods, curtly. That is the answer she expected, for the most part. It is true that their relationship had progressed rather quickly, even for her species. They were in strenuous circumstances, and she was in heat. Alden had expressed some degree of interest, and she was attracted to him, and things had simply gone from there as they naturally should.
"I see. I do not blame you, Alden. We were both...different, then," she replies, stroking her whiskers with a hand-paw. The answer has put a weight on her heart she did not expect, but she shrugs it off as quickly as it comes.
She brightens again as her mind returns to her children, and the descriptions Alden provides.
"Lovely. How lovely. I cannot wait to see them again. Caleb and Kae particularly would make excellent warriors, I am certain. You can always tell from the time a kit is young whether their heart burns with the fire of Fitrr'azurr. Perhaps I could begin instructing them in the combative arts of our people. And the runt of the litter, the underdog, always the fiercest of the bunch. The girls sound like lovely kits in their own rights, too. I am glad you were a good father to them, Alden. I so wish I could have seen them grow like you have, but I will do my best to make up for lost time."
She stands and moves over to her wagon, digging through her things to retrieve a roughspun blanket, wrapping it about her shoulders before moving back to sit by the fire again. It's getting late, and the chill of the night has begun to seep in, the stars twinkling gloriously overhead and the moon shining its pale light down upon the land. Even the reptiles and frogs have gone silent at this hour, though the omnipresent buzz of crickets and other night-dwelling insects fills the air still. An owl hoots off in the distance, and one of Cynder's big ears swivels in that direction instinctively. She seems to have fallen completely silent for now, content to watch the flame and be close to her once-distant lover, even if she doesn't dare touch him.
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Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Apr 2, 2018 15:38:41 GMT -8
The fact that Cynder understood his point of view is a load off of Alden's mind. He honestly wasn't sure what he wanted out of his personal life but for the moment he was happy with it being almost nonexistent. He had a friend in the Empress, a friend and student in Kauri, his children, and his work. He wasn't sure how Cynder would fit into the dynamics he had now but it would sort itself out. Probably. That or Pride and his new sins would kill him and destroy everything he loved. One of the two for sure.
"You haven't met Rawr Rawr, fierce is not the word I would use." The smallest of his children was terminally shy, mostly because he had a lisp that made him reluctant to speak. Despite it being near noon when they'd first sat down, it appears as though they'd managed to talk into the evening. Coming to his feet Alden looks at Cynder. "I need to finish the business I set out to do. If you want to see the children tonight then wait for me at the gates. If you can wait until morning then head into the city and find a room, you can come first thing." He wasn't sure which would be better. He wants to prepare the kids for this but was also worried that if he did and she didn't show it would break their hearts.
Springing the meeting on them might also be bad but he wouldn't delay Cynder more than necessary if she wasn't willing to wait. He would wait long enough to hear her answer and then he'd be gone. Given that things had gone on so long he moves with all of his speed which make him faster than a horse at gallop.
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Rarraennan "Cynder" K'talon
Committed
Roleplay posts: 55
Age: 26
Physical Description: Covered in a sleek, silky coat of blue fur, this catlike jungle islander stands at about five feet tall, average height for one of her species, though rather short compared to other humanoids. She has almond-shaped, sly brown slitted eyes and a short snout, ending in a wet black nose. Two fluffy blue and white ears poke up above an oddly misplaced head of brown silky hair, the left one pierced with two hoop earrings. Her figure is lithe and well-toned, speaking to a life of intense physical activity.
Clothes and Equipment: ============
Cynder generally wears a set of black and gold leather clothing, coated with a wax that makes it fireproof, due to Cynder's being covered in fur, and the difficulties that presents as a pyromancer. Her top is a low-cut halter top with gold lining, and her trousers are tight leather trousers, complemented by a pair of sturdy boots, perfect for acrobatic performances. When not performing, she generally walks about with her feet uncovered, preferring the feel of the ground beneath her paws. She wears quite a bit of golden jewelry, as well, all produced in her homeland long, long ago, handed down to her by her mother.
Registered: Feb 13, 2016 19:57:17 GMT -8
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Post by Rarraennan "Cynder" K'talon on Apr 8, 2018 14:15:46 GMT -8
Cynder nods at Alden with a gentle smile.
"I will wait the night, actually. I do not uh...look my best, so I will need to use what little currency I have left to purchase clothing," she replies, scratching at her neck awkwardly as she looks down at her ragged appearance. She hadn't even realised she was wearing the same thing she wore when she escaped, the white cloth all battered by the road. And her fur is mussed up and dirty, despite her bathing in the streams beside the roads every now and again.
"But I will be at...uh...what was it..." she pauses as she searches her memory.
"Ah, yes! 13 Riverside Drive, that was it. I will be there first thing tomorrow morning. I uh...you know, even though we aren't...er...a thing...I am glad to be back, Alden, and I am glad to see you again. And thank you for allowing me to see the kittens again. It will be...jarring, I am sure, but I hope I can be a better mother than I have been," she says, her smile turning into a bright beaming toothy one as the reality of her situation hits her. She's back. After what feels like an eternity of being so, so far away, she'll be able to see her family -- her real family -- once again. Unable to contain herself, she wraps her arms around Alden for a quick hug before pulling back and coughing lightly, awkwardly.
"Sorry, Alden, I'm just...really happy," she apologises, sheepishly.
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