Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
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She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Sept 24, 2015 6:02:07 GMT -8
Grandma smiled broadly as Francesco made his way over to her. It appeared they had some very good staff, this man probably had sold twice the amount of drinks most could from his personality alone. No, it wasn't just personality, she could sense something else coming from him.
"I see many people with the Madenese Gold, so I would like to try that. Also, what type of food options do you serve here?"
Tapping her fingers on the bar top for a moment, Grandma then inquired, "Who happens to be the owner of this establishment? You maybe?"
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244 
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Sept 24, 2015 18:39:52 GMT -8
"Of course, Vigil. You may speak to me any time," responds Andraste with a smile. She finishes the last of her Medanese Gold and bites into another slice of pizza, doing her best to keep her small, measured bites as small and measured as usual despite the pizza being entirely uncooperative. She curses whoever invented this stringy cheese, a divinely tasty but extremely messy concoction, a string of it clinging to her lower lip every time she pulls another bite away. She seems to be getting a bit adorably exasperated with the meal, until finally she finishes it, and chews the crust into oblivion.
When she swallows, she smiles up at Vain and responds, happily, "That would be absolutely divine, Vain. A massage would benefit me greatly, I think...I do not believe I have ever once received one. As far as instruments, I'm afraid I do not play any. I have devoted my entire life to expanding my intellect, and unfortunately not enough appreciating the arts.
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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 Sept 24, 2015 18:57:04 GMT -8
"Ah, bella, but is this lovely tavern not owned by us all? It is your home as much as it is mine, treat it as such. Do not think of me as an owner or staff, but as your closest of friends, mm?" responds Francesco without skipping a beat, tactfully answering Grandma's question without really answering it.
He turns around to get the bottle of Gold, pulling it from a large magically-insulated cold locker sitting behind him, speaking as he readies Grandma's drink. "A Prizzian delicacy called pizza pie, made to your order, is our specialty," he enthuses. "We have pastas, as fine and golden as the hair of an angel, topped with deliciously savoury red sauce. By necessity, we serve more traditional dishes of this region, such as spiced pork chops, roasted chicken, and wild pheasant, but our specialties are those which may only be found here!" After corking the bottle, the bartender deftly spins a wine glass off its rack with practiced, mechanical movements and places it with a clink onto the beverage coaster before Grandma. The shimmering golden wine sloshes against the sides of the glass lightly as he pours, although he doesn't spill a drop, and he fills it up just to where it should be, about half way. Clearly, he's done this many, many times before.
He slides the bottle of fine wine carefully back into the locker and turns about again, continuing with his spiel. "Panettone bread, a sweet, decadent bread usually prepared only for holidays and special occasions in Prizzi, baked just for you by the d'Artusio family. Ai fruitti di Mare, a special type of pizza pie made with fresh grilled shrimp, slightly more expensive but certainly worth the cost. Soft, tender gnocchi dumplings. Anything Prizzian and delicious, bella, we serve," he continues, gesturing grandly with his arms at every dish, very expressive in his speech. It seemingly only adds to his charm.
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175 
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on Sept 24, 2015 19:05:10 GMT -8
"Excellent. We'll just head back, then get you into a nice hot bath, then I'll give you a good massage and we'll see what happens."
He gives a flirtatious wink as he finishes up the last of his food.
"You should study the arts! We could go see an opera or something. Those are popular in Prizzi, aren't they?"
He directs the last question to a barmaid.
"Oh yeah, we should probably get little Vigil his wrappings sometime too."
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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 Sept 24, 2015 19:18:40 GMT -8
Suddenly halting his spinning motion with a heavy stomp to the ground Maelik thrust himself from his stool, which was not a very impressive thing to witness as his lanky form almost fell over when he did so. He took a definitive step towards the threesome his steady crimson glare dead set on Vain without so much as a blink to interrupt it.
Sliding right up behind the laid back incubus the Demonlord finally broke his murder face in favor of the usually much preferred smile, though the immense fangs still through the whole thing off.
"Sorry to interrupt, I know it's terribly rude of myself to interject but I just couldn't help myself," he began apologetically. "While yes I know that you two have this sorta lovey-dovey thing going on... except for the floating torchlight here, not too sure what that's about. Regardless I realize that you two may want to be alone to talk about your cuddles and kisses but I just need to speak with the sex fiend right here."
His grin widened further and his forked tongue flicked out through his fangs with a hiss. But internally he was nowhere near as calm as he seemed to be.
"Damn it all Maelik you messed it up! You look like a total creeper, hell you probably look even worse than that! I may as well have said that I was going to eat them and then throw the resulting excrement at their closest relatives!" He screamed at himself internally, the mental fracas only feeding the fire in his eyes.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
Clothes and Equipment: ---------------------------------------------------------
She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Sept 24, 2015 19:23:17 GMT -8
Grandma chuckles at the mans answer, he was quite amusing. A sly one he was, although considering how charming he was, she really couldn't fault him for it.
Instead of pressing the issue she simply gave him a pat on the arm and a kindly smile, "Why, I shall do just that young man. Feel free to call me Grandma as well, everyone else does and I'm quite fond of the name!"
She listened in silence to the large menu the man listed to her, quite enthusiastically at that. It was quite the selection, very diverse and from the smells in the room, all quite well made.
When offered the wine Grandma lifted the glass to her nose taking a sniff before taking a small sip of it. Nodding in satisfaction, she placed it back on the bar. "Most excellent, it did indeed live up to your description. As for my meal, it would practically be a sin for me to not try your specialty. Therefore, I shall try this 'pizza pie' you have here."
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Vigil
Dedicated
Son of Purge
Roleplay posts: 169
Registered: Aug 28, 2015 11:14:30 GMT -8
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Post by Vigil on Sept 24, 2015 20:17:56 GMT -8
"Thank you, Andraste." Vigil feels somewhat better, "About instruments, I'm kindof my own instrument because I make a lot of different sounds."
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Sept 24, 2015 21:42:14 GMT -8
Andraste looks at the Daemonlord with a placid smile, although her eyes are quite clearly scanning him, her senses absorbing the feel of his aura. His shares much in common with Vain's, only...it's different. More anger than lust. Wrath. Very powerful wrath, cleverly supressed and disguised. "Ah...another daemon. A powerful one, at that, if your ability to so easily supress your rage is anything to go by," says Andraste, her eyes returning to meet Maelik's. "If you require Vain's ear, I will not be the one to stop you," she continues, nonchalantly, although she still leans into him, and she still speaks to Vigil as if the Daemonlord isn't there.
"That's interesting, Vigil. Although, would that be singing, or playing? I mean, it is really your voice is it not?"
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on Sept 24, 2015 21:52:16 GMT -8
"Whoa! Oh, hi there..."
Vain isn't quite sure how to address the newcomer. He's clearly powerful, much more so than Vain. But since he's (sorta) disguised, he can't tell who exactly this demon is.
"Sorry, but I'm taken. I don't mind a third, but you'll have to ask Andraste's permission. She might not want to share."
Lacking information, he resorts to default. Hopefully it won't get him killed.
"Sorry, but do I know you? You seem kinda familiar."
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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 Sept 24, 2015 22:15:23 GMT -8
Maelik's smile widened all the way to his ears as Andraste noted the control he held over the raging inferno that was welling inside him. He seemed like he was about to retort with something no doubt witty if not outright sarcastic, but something broke his stride.
"Ouch! Curse human anatomy and it's weak facial structure!" his smile snapped away, quickly replaced by a sour frown. "If smiles aren't supposed to stretch that far then why is it possible for me to manage it? Damned things need a pamphlet or something for all the ins and outs..."
Rubbing his cheeks vigorously the scowling menace just looked at Vain. He raised his hand and tried to cuff the smart-alec upside the head with a halfhearted slap.
"Oi, I am most certainly not about to take part in any threesome you hooligan! Least of all if it included you ya daft deviant."
Flicking his tongue out again he pulled back up his hood and made a motion as if he meant to tear off his face and much to many an unfortunate traveler's surprise he did just that. With his disguise's face literally torn from his skull one could see the fire burning in his eyes even more clearly than before. His exposed skull shifted what few plates it could with a sickening grating noise before it finally melted into a more malleable state from which it at last transformed into something resembling his actual draconic head.
"It's me you girl chasing miscreant! Maelik! How could you forget me after all those years I spent cleaning up after you!" The demon stared long and hard at his Vain, the blood from his exposed flesh still running down his neck to gather uncomfortably in his trousers.
"Still a lady killer I see, though I must admit this new one seems much more level headed and mature than your average pick," he remarked nodding towards Andraste.
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Vigil
Dedicated
Son of Purge
Roleplay posts: 169
Registered: Aug 28, 2015 11:14:30 GMT -8
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Post by Vigil on Sept 24, 2015 22:23:40 GMT -8
"I guess it is singing actually! Oh, I wonder if I'll be able to make the same sounds, I like them. Although my voice seems to have already changed, so maybe I can still sing the same!" Vigil feel happier conversing with Andraste. "A lot of things seem to be changing about me. I have... well... I don't know if I can talk about it at this time. But I don't know when He will be away. You both are awfully inseparable right now..."
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Sept 24, 2015 22:35:53 GMT -8
"Literally inseparable, Vigil. Surely these odd feelings I have toward Vain are...only because of our binding and his innate unholy charm," says Andraste, although she sounds much less sure of herself than usual. She quickly changes the subject. "Hopefully Hirhan will return our missive soon. If not, I am certain I have an Enchanter within the Free City who is beholden to me. I simply need to call in a favour."
She looks over at the Daemonlord with increasing interest. She studies his new draconic face for a moment. She's seen the illustrations somewhere. In her book of the occult, she thinks...daemon binding. It was a cautionary passage, never speak this one's name...
"Daemonlord Maelik?" she asks, inquisitively, her eyes widening, though her smile stays as eerie and placid as ever, "I know your image, but I never imagined I would be meeting you publically. In fact, I hoped to never gaze upon your visage...I mean no offence, of course."
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Vigil
Dedicated
Son of Purge
Roleplay posts: 169
Registered: Aug 28, 2015 11:14:30 GMT -8
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Post by Vigil on Sept 24, 2015 23:02:47 GMT -8
"I... I really hope it is because of that." Vigil decides to say it in his ethereal language, when she isn't busy talking to someone else. His color changes to red briefly, as he becomes frustrated with his attempted confession. "I'm sorry, Andraste. I don't want to offend you... I just feel pain..."
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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 Sept 24, 2015 23:07:59 GMT -8
Like a clockwork horror his head suddenly twisted to meet Andraste's gaze, his white teeth long since stained pink with blood.
"I take no offense, I'm hardly a looker right now. And worry not mortal, whatever you may have read or heard of me is merely exaggeration. I am far more than just some uncultured brute who whips without mercy and strangles the life out of infants. I am cultured, I am calm, I am- DAMN IT ALL THIS HURTS!"
Losing his cool for a moment the demon seemed like he was about to explode, his demonic aura swelling up just under the surface, leaking out into wispy red smoke tendrils. Then he slapped his fake face back on, squishing his fleshy snout back down until it was no longer protruding too far from his skull.
When he regained his composure and looked back at the mage he seemed perfectly in control, though his face was still far from normal. He seemed to have shoved it back on upside down, and as of now his eyes acted like twin mouths and his mouth worked like an eye.
"Okay then where was I? Ah that's right, I was assuring you that I am not quite the monster they portray." He gave off a little grin, the last part of course was a bald faced lie but the grin he gave was a bizarre thing, with each eye trying its best to imitate a smile, and failing horribly.
"Regardless I just wanted to check in on the youngster here to make sure he wasn't causing any trouble. I do hope that he's been treating you right madame. I'd rather not intrude on your conversation with the light creature though so please do continue on, I'll just keep my business with lil' spitfire."
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on Sept 25, 2015 5:47:26 GMT -8
"Maelik?"
Vain thinks hard, a furrowing his brow and biting his lip. Suddenly, a look of recognition passes over his face.
"Ah...Uncle Mae! Yes, of course I remember you! You would always bring candy and sinners to the children, and throw us into lava pits when we misbehaved! How could I forget?"
He gets up and throws his arms around the demon, ignoring the grotesque obscenity that is his face.
"I've missed you! I got summoned, by accident this time, and now Andraste and I are inseparable, It's not too bad, though. In fact, it's great fun. Heh heh..."
He reaches over and squeezes Andraste's thigh under the table.
"And the little glowing beach ball is Vigil. Say hi, Vigil! This is Uncle Mae, he used to watch over me and babysit me from time to time. He taught me all sorts of things!"
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Andraste Ruana
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 244
Age: 25
Physical Description: =====================================
Although she is quite young, Andraste's very being resonates with magical power. She has long, dark red hair that falls down around her face, framing her soft, kindly features nicely. She has soft, unnaturally coloured orange eyes, striking against her pale skin. Andraste's hands speak to a lowborn life of peasant work, rough and callused. However, her skin is fair and her figure elegant, her musculature long and lean, lending itself to swiftness rather than powerful. Heat emanates from her body, able to be felt from almost a foot away.
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Clothes and Equipment: Since her adoption into a magic collegium, Andraste has taken to wearing ornate crimson great robes, flowing about her figure, complete with gold filigree and a roomy hood that shadows her face when worn, although she tends to keep it down outside of whatever court she happens to be serving. Her only offensive equipment is a dirk imbued with a haste enchantment, allowing for almost unnaturally quick strikes. However, she tends to favour her magic-imbued twisted oak staff which enhances her casting ability, the large black onyx stone at the tip of the staff holding a particular affinity to her favoured school of magic: Pyromancy. She also holds a book of various incantations in her other hand when in battle, reading them off with extreme speed and accuracy. She possesses a natural resistance to heat, but is much less resistant to cold.
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Registered: May 31, 2015 20:33:14 GMT -8
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Post by Andraste Ruana on Sept 25, 2015 12:04:00 GMT -8
Andraste winces almost imperceptibly as the Daemonlord smashes his face back in upside-down. "Ah...Maelik, you may wish to flip your face," she states, her tone bemused. She then looks back to Vigil, smiling reassuringly. "Do not worry, Vigil, I am not offended. And pain is often what causes the most learning," responds the red sorceress. Andraste blushes lightly as Vain squeezes her thigh, hoping that the present company missed that. She does not wish to seem as if she's entirely under Vain's seductive charm...even if it is partially true.
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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 Sept 25, 2015 12:09:28 GMT -8
"Molto bene, nonna," responds Francesco with a wide grin, "I'm very happy you like it!" He spouts off a string of words to the woman operating the oven, who begins to mould another round piece of dough into a pan, expertly grabbing and applying each ingredient without even looking at where her hands are going. "What kind of meats do you like, nonna? We've got anything your heart desires."
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
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She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Sept 25, 2015 12:22:25 GMT -8
Grandma watched the making with a look of curiousity. She hadn't seen such a dish made before.
"I'd like some chicken on it... Maybe a bit of beef as well if you happen to have any. I must say, it smells simply delicious, I think I'll have to come by here more often from now on."
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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 Sept 25, 2015 13:43:55 GMT -8
The eccentric demon gave a quizzical look at the mage, not making a single move to correct his face.
"I don't know if you've ever torn off your face but I'll tell you right now that it is not something one simply does again without good reason." With a slight hiss in his voice he reached into his bag and produced a minimalist black and white mask to slide over his face.
"And how many times have I told you not to call me 'Uncle' you little snot. I'm an ancient being who's seen the dawn of civilization and the crumbling of empires, just because I tend to dote a bit on a few demons doesn't make me an uncle... You do still like that same candy though right? I may have some in my bag..." As Maelik started to search his little sack for a treat or two he jostled Vain a little, giving off a little chuckle.
"So you two are 'inseparable' now huh? Sounds like the time a succubus managed to snag my attention and we were never more than a few inches from each other for a month. Of course then she cheated on me. I can't say I was surprised since that's what succubi do, but still I had to cut her into tiny pieces and feed her to her new boyfriend. I was told she tasted pretty good too by the poor chap, of course then I sent him on his way and added whatever essence remained of her to my throne so she couldn't just reform back home. Punishments must be had and all... I do hope you're relationship with your partner ends much better than that seeing as you're already touching one another in such... intimate ways already," he finished after motioning to Andraste's newly squeezed thigh.
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on Sept 25, 2015 13:50:21 GMT -8
"Ooh, you still have some of those?"
Vain reaches happily for the candy, small pieces of foil-wrapped butterscotch.
"Thanks, Uncle Mae! These are my favorite!"
He pops one into his mouth and chews as he talks.
"Yeah, she accidentally summoned me. It happens. And now we're bound together. Luckily, we've found ways to...make it work."
He chuckles, then coughs as he chokes on the candy.
"Gak..." *gulp* "Ah, that's better. You told me that story already, Uncle Mae. You tell it to me every time you see me with a new girl. Which is like every time you see me."
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