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 Dec 1, 2015 0:38:55 GMT -8
Francesco gives a giant grin and leans across the bar to give Skarlet a lingering kiss on the lips. He withdraws after a moment, however, to take another customer's order, before handing it off to the leather-clad woman with beads in her hair that accompanies him behind the bar. "Catalina, could you take this for me?" he asks, to which she rolls her eyes and snatches the paper away.
Unfazed, Francesco turns back to Skarlet and gives her a bright smile again. "I did not know you spoke a language other than the common tongue, cara mia. You surprise me every day!" he says, leaning heavily against the bar, the cheerful grin growing wider for every moment he's in Skarlet's presence.
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Skarlet
Widely Known
Princess Skarlet
Roleplay posts: 1,035
Age: 26 (7 as Skarlet)
Physical Description: Short, dark brown hair parted to the right with a dark red streak.
Red eyes.
Pale skin.
5'10" height.
Hourglass body shape.
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She is a vampire
Clothes and Equipment: A short, red dress with a bustier to match, lace filigree up the sides. Black trousers were paired beneath it with black boots that rose to the knee. Black, elbow-length gloves paired to match the boots.
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/fc/1f/57/fc1f579fbc12ece8a7cf0af63c6945e9.jpg
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Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: May 29, 2015 14:10:30 GMT -8
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Post by Skarlet on Dec 1, 2015 0:50:27 GMT -8
"Yes, the tables have turned! I don't remember much of it though, I was but a child when I used to use it more. The Midnight Sun had a visitor recently of someone who had been to many places, I asked him what my language was and he said it was Gaulish. Not sure if you know where that is." Skarlet had sat down while Francesco was taking an order. "It doesn't matter too much, but at least I know a little more than I did before."
A thought crossed her mind when she sat down, it made her face red and she giggled. She'd get closer and whisper to him so nobody would overhear, "Hey, I just remembered, when I went home from last time, I had some trouble sitting down. I felt myself making funny faces when I'd first take a seat. Teehee, it hurt but it was nice at the time."
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Francesco d'Artusio
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 26
Physical Description: Francesco d'Artusio is a very dashing young man, from his long, wavy locks to his slim, built figure, his dark, yet striking eyes, his strong, cut jaw. His slightly darkened skin only adds to this appeal, giving him a rather exotic flair. In addition, a mischievous grin graces his face when he serves his customers, as if sharing in a joke with them. He speaks with a lilting, exotic, lively accent, as well. Overall, his charm is irresistible to most, and particularly women -- Francesco is known as a master seducer. He seems to even possess an almost unearthly draw to him, perhaps due to some sort of magic.
Clothes and Equipment: ======================================
Francesco generally wears simple, yet elegant clothing, consisting of an open well-tanned leather vest over a fine silk maroon tunic, which is almost always partially unbuttoned to showcase his well-cut figure, complimented by his clinging grey trousers and calf-high boots. Around his neck he wears a simple sterling silver pendent in the shape of the moon, mysteriously mirroring its phases as the moon changes, the eye seemingly irresistibly drawn to it on first glance. On slow nights, he lets his sister Catalina take over operation of the bar, showing off his musical skill and the deftness of his slender fingers by gracing the Tavern's patronage with the sweet melodies of his citrole, a four-stringed plucked instrument with a happy, upbeat sound to it.
Registered: Sept 23, 2015 0:13:22 GMT -8
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Post by Francesco d'Artusio on Dec 1, 2015 1:08:39 GMT -8
Francesco's grin turns sly as Skarlet whispers in her ear. "Ah, well, I'm happy to provide, of course. Any time you want to have trouble sitting again, let me know," responds the Prizzian, giving her a wink. Then he draws back and ponders her other question. "Gualish, you say? I do believe I've heard of them. The legends say they are savages and barbarians. Clearly, you are proof that those legends are false!"
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Skarlet
Widely Known
Princess Skarlet
Roleplay posts: 1,035
Age: 26 (7 as Skarlet)
Physical Description: Short, dark brown hair parted to the right with a dark red streak.
Red eyes.
Pale skin.
5'10" height.
Hourglass body shape.
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She is a vampire
Clothes and Equipment: A short, red dress with a bustier to match, lace filigree up the sides. Black trousers were paired beneath it with black boots that rose to the knee. Black, elbow-length gloves paired to match the boots.
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/fc/1f/57/fc1f579fbc12ece8a7cf0af63c6945e9.jpg
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Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: May 29, 2015 14:10:30 GMT -8
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Post by Skarlet on Dec 1, 2015 1:17:04 GMT -8
Skarlet laughs at what he said. "Hey, y'know, I don't remember the day my birthday is. There's a different date I remember though... it was this time a year ago. Think that should be my new birthday?"
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Francesco d'Artusio
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 26
Physical Description: Francesco d'Artusio is a very dashing young man, from his long, wavy locks to his slim, built figure, his dark, yet striking eyes, his strong, cut jaw. His slightly darkened skin only adds to this appeal, giving him a rather exotic flair. In addition, a mischievous grin graces his face when he serves his customers, as if sharing in a joke with them. He speaks with a lilting, exotic, lively accent, as well. Overall, his charm is irresistible to most, and particularly women -- Francesco is known as a master seducer. He seems to even possess an almost unearthly draw to him, perhaps due to some sort of magic.
Clothes and Equipment: ======================================
Francesco generally wears simple, yet elegant clothing, consisting of an open well-tanned leather vest over a fine silk maroon tunic, which is almost always partially unbuttoned to showcase his well-cut figure, complimented by his clinging grey trousers and calf-high boots. Around his neck he wears a simple sterling silver pendent in the shape of the moon, mysteriously mirroring its phases as the moon changes, the eye seemingly irresistibly drawn to it on first glance. On slow nights, he lets his sister Catalina take over operation of the bar, showing off his musical skill and the deftness of his slender fingers by gracing the Tavern's patronage with the sweet melodies of his citrole, a four-stringed plucked instrument with a happy, upbeat sound to it.
Registered: Sept 23, 2015 0:13:22 GMT -8
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Post by Francesco d'Artusio on Dec 1, 2015 21:00:42 GMT -8
"If that is when you began your new life, then absolutely, bella! In fact, we should celebrate today! I can take the day off, I'll get Salvatore to take my place, and we can go have fun for your rebirthday," responds Francesco, beaming brightly. With that, he removes the bar towel, cork opener, and other various assorted tools from his belt and yells something in his language to the woman behind the bar, as well as two other people who look to be of his ethnicity in the dining room, one of whom comes behind to take his place, a willowy fellow with clever eyes and a mischievous smile.
Francesco then comes out from behind the bar, wiping his hands upon his trousers. He smells of freshly-baked bread, wine, and tomatoes. "Give me a moment to get a change of clothes, cara mia. I will return momentarily," says Francesco, moving off toward the stairs.
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Skarlet
Widely Known
Princess Skarlet
Roleplay posts: 1,035
Age: 26 (7 as Skarlet)
Physical Description: Short, dark brown hair parted to the right with a dark red streak.
Red eyes.
Pale skin.
5'10" height.
Hourglass body shape.
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She is a vampire
Clothes and Equipment: A short, red dress with a bustier to match, lace filigree up the sides. Black trousers were paired beneath it with black boots that rose to the knee. Black, elbow-length gloves paired to match the boots.
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/fc/1f/57/fc1f579fbc12ece8a7cf0af63c6945e9.jpg
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Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: May 29, 2015 14:10:30 GMT -8
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Post by Skarlet on Dec 2, 2015 9:59:47 GMT -8
"Really, Fracesco? You'll do that with me? I... Thank you." Skarlet felt incredibly grateful for Francesco's gesture. She smiled and looked down at her feet while she waited for him to return. It felt good to have Francesco as her boyfriend. Once he came back she'd get up lend her elbow for him to hook his arm with her. "As Skarlet I'm 1 year old, hehehe. The previous me lived to be 19 I think, it sounds like the right amount of time."
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Francesco d'Artusio
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 26
Physical Description: Francesco d'Artusio is a very dashing young man, from his long, wavy locks to his slim, built figure, his dark, yet striking eyes, his strong, cut jaw. His slightly darkened skin only adds to this appeal, giving him a rather exotic flair. In addition, a mischievous grin graces his face when he serves his customers, as if sharing in a joke with them. He speaks with a lilting, exotic, lively accent, as well. Overall, his charm is irresistible to most, and particularly women -- Francesco is known as a master seducer. He seems to even possess an almost unearthly draw to him, perhaps due to some sort of magic.
Clothes and Equipment: ======================================
Francesco generally wears simple, yet elegant clothing, consisting of an open well-tanned leather vest over a fine silk maroon tunic, which is almost always partially unbuttoned to showcase his well-cut figure, complimented by his clinging grey trousers and calf-high boots. Around his neck he wears a simple sterling silver pendent in the shape of the moon, mysteriously mirroring its phases as the moon changes, the eye seemingly irresistibly drawn to it on first glance. On slow nights, he lets his sister Catalina take over operation of the bar, showing off his musical skill and the deftness of his slender fingers by gracing the Tavern's patronage with the sweet melodies of his citrole, a four-stringed plucked instrument with a happy, upbeat sound to it.
Registered: Sept 23, 2015 0:13:22 GMT -8
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Post by Francesco d'Artusio on Dec 5, 2015 20:37:23 GMT -8
"Of course I will, bella! You are mi amore, after all," responds the tall drink of Prizzian spring water, blowing a kiss before disappearing up the stairs. He returns several moments later, dressed in a dashing white frilled tunic that shows off just a hint of his well-muscled chest and slightly baggy brown trousers, completing the outfit with a pair of polished black leather boots. His crescent moon glints prettily in the light, his eyes twinkling with delight as he takes Skarlet's arm in his own. "Your figure is quite full for one so young, bella! Now, where shall we go first, mm?"
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Skarlet
Widely Known
Princess Skarlet
Roleplay posts: 1,035
Age: 26 (7 as Skarlet)
Physical Description: Short, dark brown hair parted to the right with a dark red streak.
Red eyes.
Pale skin.
5'10" height.
Hourglass body shape.
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She is a vampire
Clothes and Equipment: A short, red dress with a bustier to match, lace filigree up the sides. Black trousers were paired beneath it with black boots that rose to the knee. Black, elbow-length gloves paired to match the boots.
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/fc/1f/57/fc1f579fbc12ece8a7cf0af63c6945e9.jpg
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Player's online availability : Every Day, wakes up around noon and stays up until dawn.
Registered: May 29, 2015 14:10:30 GMT -8
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Post by Skarlet on Dec 5, 2015 21:24:00 GMT -8
"Looking good as always, ma cherie." Skarlet commented on Francesco's attire, he was very handsome. She giggles when he mentions about her figure. "Why thank you. Well, there is somewhere I'd like to go; but I'm not sure if it's something we should do right away." Skarlet walked with Francesco outside. She was hesitant on telling him where she wanted to go and what she wanted to do there. "We'll walk amongst the streets first thing, and we can decide then if there's something else we'd like to do today!" <Exit to the Streets> |
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Francesco d'Artusio
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 26
Physical Description: Francesco d'Artusio is a very dashing young man, from his long, wavy locks to his slim, built figure, his dark, yet striking eyes, his strong, cut jaw. His slightly darkened skin only adds to this appeal, giving him a rather exotic flair. In addition, a mischievous grin graces his face when he serves his customers, as if sharing in a joke with them. He speaks with a lilting, exotic, lively accent, as well. Overall, his charm is irresistible to most, and particularly women -- Francesco is known as a master seducer. He seems to even possess an almost unearthly draw to him, perhaps due to some sort of magic.
Clothes and Equipment: ======================================
Francesco generally wears simple, yet elegant clothing, consisting of an open well-tanned leather vest over a fine silk maroon tunic, which is almost always partially unbuttoned to showcase his well-cut figure, complimented by his clinging grey trousers and calf-high boots. Around his neck he wears a simple sterling silver pendent in the shape of the moon, mysteriously mirroring its phases as the moon changes, the eye seemingly irresistibly drawn to it on first glance. On slow nights, he lets his sister Catalina take over operation of the bar, showing off his musical skill and the deftness of his slender fingers by gracing the Tavern's patronage with the sweet melodies of his citrole, a four-stringed plucked instrument with a happy, upbeat sound to it.
Registered: Sept 23, 2015 0:13:22 GMT -8
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Post by Francesco d'Artusio on Dec 5, 2015 21:58:37 GMT -8
"Of course, cara mia. Today is your day," responds Francesco, following Skarlet's lead into the streets without.
<Exit with Skarlet>
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 23, 2024 12:27:31 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2015 12:01:33 GMT -8
Altameir exits the Saucy Maid. There is no more to be done but look for himself.
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Kama,Orion
New
Roleplay posts: 7 
Age: 18
Physical Description: Kama is 5'8.He has white hair and has tanish/dark skin. Has a tatoo of a red dragon on his back once he takes off his jacket.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a black jacket,black pants black boots two black gloves
No under shirt so he can show off his abs
Registered: Apr 27, 2016 15:34:25 GMT -8
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Post by Kama,Orion on May 4, 2016 16:35:15 GMT -8
Slowly walked in the saucy maiden. He'd smile seeing a lively atmosphere. He'd go to the bartender ordering himself an alcoholic drink, With a big fat slab of Chicken. He'd smile at his food and eat it peacefully, Whilst also looking around at the fun.
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Silas
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 255
Age: 26
Physical Description: 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, with a lean and muscular build. One with experience would tell that Silas is a mercenary, yet he has very few scars. Over all he is a handsome man.
His hair is dirty blond and has recently grown nearly to his shoulders. A coarse scruff lines his strong chin telling of recent time spent traveling.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: Hunting knife, spear
Registered: Apr 16, 2015 6:56:12 GMT -8
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Post by Silas on Apr 25, 2017 16:43:36 GMT -8
Silas came to his senses at a corner table in some unknown tavern. "Damn," He rubbed his head, "That fairy concoction really fucked me up. Where am I?" Silas looked around for Badger. |
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Badger
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 108
Physical Description: As nearly as he can tell, Badger is more than a century old, but appears to be in his mid-30's from the human perspective. He stands at a stocky 3'4, and has a muscular frame. A crop of pinkish-purple hair on his head is normally covered by a hat, and his white, toothy, segmented grin is always on display. Big ears, green eyes, and a bulbous nose give him the obvious look of the classic gnome.
Clothes and Equipment: If Badger is not working (that is to say performing) he can normally be spotted in his normal old street rags; a brown coverall type garment with a ratty shirt on underneath. He always has a trick or two tucked in his pockets, and is very fond of short blades.
Registered: Feb 12, 2017 17:51:39 GMT -8
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Post by Badger on Apr 26, 2017 2:55:44 GMT -8
Badger toddled his way across the floor of the Saucy Maid Tavern; a rather nice place despite what you might expect from an establishment with that type of name. The gnome was attempting to haul two very large tankards, presumably full of ale, from the bar back to the corner table where Silas sat. The tankards would be large by normal human-sized standards, but to Badger, who was possibly a bit larger than one-third the size of a normal human male, they were enormous. He carried the containers by looping an arm around each of the two tankards, essentially hugging them as he walked; and walked rather unstably at that. As he neared the table, Badger lost a step and stumbled forward, which made him slam the tankards the short drop to the wooden floor in front of him. He'd caught himself, and the tankards had landed squarely on their bottoms, so very little of the ale inside was lost. The Ale that did escape was, of course, now on Badger. "Nope nope nope.." he seemed to be discussing something with the tankards as he repositioned his arms around them. "C'mon boys!" With a grunt and half a step back (to keep himself from toppling over backwards), Badger hoisted the tankards up off of the floor once more, and made it back to the table - perhaps a little wet, but no worse for the effort. "Good!" Badger said to Silas as he approached, "You've come around!" The gnome put the tankards on the floor once more so he could lift the drinks up to the table one at a time. "Silas ol' buddy, the next round's yours. I've ne - uhh - never worked so hard to get drinks back to a table in my life!" his words were slurred just a bit, and he seemed to be searching for words in places. Badger pulled himself up on to the bench seat opposite Silas in the booth they were to share. "Ya know Silas, I'm glad you decided to pass on that girl you were hugged up on in that last place. I didn't want to say nothin' but I don't think she was much of a 'she' if you get my drift." A big smile crossed the gnomes face as he used both hands to tilt his tankard towards him, drinking some of the ale inside. He was obviously having some fun with his new cohort. |
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Silas
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 255
Age: 26
Physical Description: 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, with a lean and muscular build. One with experience would tell that Silas is a mercenary, yet he has very few scars. Over all he is a handsome man.
His hair is dirty blond and has recently grown nearly to his shoulders. A coarse scruff lines his strong chin telling of recent time spent traveling.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: Hunting knife, spear
Registered: Apr 16, 2015 6:56:12 GMT -8
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Post by Silas on Apr 26, 2017 11:59:15 GMT -8
At the sound of a clatter Silas peered out of the booth to find Badger taking to two of the biggest mugs of beer Silas had ever seen. "Shyit, I must have dies and gone to heaven. Hic. Don't remember anything after the Knight's Rest. But damn! I have been so hungover and drunk at the shame time. Hic." Silas found that he still could not think straight. The little gnomes words seemed to be coming from the other side of a wall. "Can't ssay it's the strangest gal I've been with." Silas responded, not knowing how close to the trues he was, "But that's because I can't remember thing! Ha! Next one's on me all right, buddy ol' pal!" Silas raised his mug to give cheers, sloshing more of the froamy stuff to the floor. The already drunk mercenary took two long pulls before retching the mug away from his mouth, spilling an unreasonable amount down his front. He turned his head to the side (away from Badger) and promptly vomited far more then he had just drank. Peering into his mug Silas found that it was still more then half full! "Whooo!" He shouted before lifting the mug to drink once again. |
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Badger
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 108
Physical Description: As nearly as he can tell, Badger is more than a century old, but appears to be in his mid-30's from the human perspective. He stands at a stocky 3'4, and has a muscular frame. A crop of pinkish-purple hair on his head is normally covered by a hat, and his white, toothy, segmented grin is always on display. Big ears, green eyes, and a bulbous nose give him the obvious look of the classic gnome.
Clothes and Equipment: If Badger is not working (that is to say performing) he can normally be spotted in his normal old street rags; a brown coverall type garment with a ratty shirt on underneath. He always has a trick or two tucked in his pockets, and is very fond of short blades.
Registered: Feb 12, 2017 17:51:39 GMT -8
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Post by Badger on Apr 26, 2017 13:26:38 GMT -8
Badger laughed, amused at his new friend's drunkenness; his amusement obviously contributed to by how own inebriation.
"I hate it for the poor bastard that has to clean this p-place up in the morning."
The gnome tilted his mug towards himself once more, letting the table bear the weight of it. He took several long gulps of the rather tasty ale, of course spilling some down his front, just as Silas had.
"Ya know Silas? Its been a while sin - uhh. Hell what was it? Oh!.. Nope. Lost it again." Badger would shrug. If it was important he would remember it later.
"You remind me of my buddy Faust. He's a good one, just like yer-self! I just met him a few weeks ago, right when I made it to Isra. We fell on suhh - some trouble along the way. Damn bandits! They burned up all my gear!"
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Silas
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 255
Age: 26
Physical Description: 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, with a lean and muscular build. One with experience would tell that Silas is a mercenary, yet he has very few scars. Over all he is a handsome man.
His hair is dirty blond and has recently grown nearly to his shoulders. A coarse scruff lines his strong chin telling of recent time spent traveling.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: Hunting knife, spear
Registered: Apr 16, 2015 6:56:12 GMT -8
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Post by Silas on Apr 26, 2017 13:45:52 GMT -8
"Good at drinkin' ya mean?" Silas was more loose lipped after drinking so much, "I've done some damned and cowardly things." Silas's expression became more stern as he stared into his mug. He drank more.
"Fuckin' bandits. Never stooped that low." Silas drank again and slammed his mug down angrily. "Bastards take what they want jus'cause they can. I tell ya, I could do that too, but you don't see me killing no farmers!" Silas was becoming nonsensical so deep in his drinks. Still he drank more, "Fuck-ing banditos. You stick you bastards good, little buddy?" It seemed that Silas had forgotten the gnomes name, but he didn't need to comment on that.
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Badger
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 108
Physical Description: As nearly as he can tell, Badger is more than a century old, but appears to be in his mid-30's from the human perspective. He stands at a stocky 3'4, and has a muscular frame. A crop of pinkish-purple hair on his head is normally covered by a hat, and his white, toothy, segmented grin is always on display. Big ears, green eyes, and a bulbous nose give him the obvious look of the classic gnome.
Clothes and Equipment: If Badger is not working (that is to say performing) he can normally be spotted in his normal old street rags; a brown coverall type garment with a ratty shirt on underneath. He always has a trick or two tucked in his pockets, and is very fond of short blades.
Registered: Feb 12, 2017 17:51:39 GMT -8
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Post by Badger on Apr 26, 2017 13:58:46 GMT -8
"Well who hasn't done stuff they're not proud of? You're here now aint ya? Not hurtin' a soul in the world! That's good enough."
Badger looked down, noticing for the first time that the front of his front was wet. He didn't seem to mind.
"These bandits were the LOWEST scum I'd ever laid eyes on. I bartered pass-passage to Isra from an old man.. I'm sure he told me his name. Anyway I bar-ter'd passage to Isra from some old man, he was driving a wagon full of hay.. HAY to Isra, and I figures I'll just ride along! 'Who would rob some old farmer with a wagon full of hay?' I says to me-self, thinkin' it was safer than one of them big fancy coaches. The poor old codger didn't look like he had a copper pot to piss in, and who the hell wants hay? You can't fence the damn hay!"
The gnome was rambling, and appeared to had lost the point he was driving at.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 23, 2024 12:27:31 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2017 16:49:34 GMT -8
The door to the tavern opened enough for a figure to slip right inside, hood tugged up over the head to obscure most of her features. But she closed it quietly behind her as was polite and made her way over to the bar in search of a maid free to fulfill her request. Much as word said, the tankard of cider she ordered was quite the monster of a size. At least it meant that she wouldn't have to return for a refill anytime soon. Tossing a couple of silver coins on the counter she offered a nod in thanks to the lovely lady before taking the mug in hand. Her boots thud on the hardwood floor with each step as she crosses the tavern - casting a brief glance to Silas and Badger along the way - as she takes up an empty table near their own and settles into a chair. The tankard settles on the table, and a hand dipping into a satchel at her belt pulls out a small drawstring purse and a folded scrap of paper - dropping them as well. For the moment, she settles with a sip of the cider. |
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Ganymede Galaii
Dedicated
The Muse of Merry-Making
Roleplay posts: 219
Age: Any one she wants.
Physical Description: She takes a humanoid appearance, with long hair, nails, and eyes that changes colors depending on the mood she's in (usually found in some sort of periwinkle, lilac hue, tho). She usually takes a lush, hourglass-shaped feminine form.
Clothes and Equipment: Ganymede is always dressed in daring and bold fashion choices -- if she's in a good mood. If she's in a bad mood, she'll usually be clothed in dark and somber colors. She dresses according to the way she feels -- or according to the theme of her latest party.
Registered: Mar 15, 2017 13:43:35 GMT -8
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Post by Ganymede Galaii on Apr 26, 2017 20:23:47 GMT -8
 The Festival is about to begin! All of Isra is decorated in the iconic purple flowers, with splashes of blue and gold. Boughs cover doorways and sway between buildings. The merry spirit is in the air, and beyond the walls of the city, one can see the fair grounds being erected, flags of all the nations waving upon the poles.  THE FESTIVAL WILL BEGIN AT 7AM PACIFIC TIME, FRIDAY, APRIL 28th, 2017
CLICK HERE FOR MORE DETAILS |
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Silas
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 255
Age: 26
Physical Description: 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, with a lean and muscular build. One with experience would tell that Silas is a mercenary, yet he has very few scars. Over all he is a handsome man.
His hair is dirty blond and has recently grown nearly to his shoulders. A coarse scruff lines his strong chin telling of recent time spent traveling.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: Hunting knife, spear
Registered: Apr 16, 2015 6:56:12 GMT -8
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Post by Silas on Apr 26, 2017 22:02:51 GMT -8
"Hey," Silas nudged Badger and pointed at @kiera, "Ya don't think she has a thingy do ya? Watch me put the moves on her." Drunk, disheveled, and smelling of vomit, Silas got up and approached the woman's table. "You've got the look of someone with lots of experience. I like a women that can hold her own in a tussle." Silas winked, "The name's Silas. How'd you like to join my friend and I. Err on second thought maybe we should join you. HEY FAUST!" Silas yelled to badger even though he was only a few tables away.
"Oh wait, I'm Faust." Silas played what he could of the night back in his head, "Ambignome, no Badger, Thatsh it. HEY BADGER! What are ya still doin' there. Come meet my new friend, Uh, what was yer name?"
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