Lum'Valia
Dedicated
Normally a dragon, sometimes an angel, always good.
Roleplay posts: 325 
Age: 1248
Physical Description: 128 feet long from head to tail. Her eyes which are usually half lidded glow silver. Her scales are a bright white that glows with energy and her massive wings are covered in alabaster feathers. She is a dragon so of course, she is unspeakable beautiful like a work of art.
Her voice is a difficult thing to described. It is a languid thing low and sonorous. Each word she speaks seems to be set to some unheard melody and those who hear her voice often get wrapped up in it. It's almost as though everything she says is part of a comforting lullaby from your childhood wrapping you up making you feel safe.
She specializes in light and holy magics, and her breath attack is a torrent of purifying white flame. Her flame attacks not the body but the soul purging and cleansing evil on a spiritual level. Her flame can turn someone who has been led astray back to the path of good and destroy those who are truly evil. She of course also has all the fearsome physical capabilities of her kind.
In her angelic form, she is lovely. Standing at roughly 5'8 with a slim and curvaceous figure. Her skin is a glowing alabaster and she has large wings with ivory feathers. Her hair is a lustrous silver color and spills down to her mid back. Her features are delicate, with high cheek bones, a pert nose, full lips, and beautiful silver eyes. Currently, she is in her human form, which looks identical to her angelic form but with red hair, and eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Dragons don't need gear.
Registered: Nov 26, 2015 20:26:13 GMT -8
|
Post by Lum'Valia on Jan 11, 2016 13:10:32 GMT -8
Lum blinks at Arya in surprise, while she had hoped the paladin would take the advice she offered, she hadn't expected her to do this. She understood there was some symbolic gesture behind Arya offering the sword, though the details escaped her. Lum reaches out for the sword hesitantly, she is a little afraid of what might happen. The dragoness can see that the sword is a direct link to the paladin's soul, Lum's own soul was a gate to the celestial plane. There is a chance that the call of the plane would lure the girls soul out of her body once the dragon touched the sword directly. Still it would be hypocritical for Lum not to accept the girls offer so she takes the blade.
|
|
Arya Shieldheart
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 21
Physical Description: *Physical Description*
Arya stands at about 5'10, with an athletic build composed of lean yet strong muscle due to rigorous training in plate armor most of the time. Arya has pure white hair that tumbles down to just above the small of her back in flowing waves.
Her face holds soft features, which seem welcoming to any who look upon them. Her eyes, which are a ruby red color, always seem to hold a friendly, welcoming glint.
***
Clothes and Equipment: *Clothes and Equipment*
In combat, Arya will almost always be wearing a high quality plate armor made of white plate accented in black. The armor was made to fit the user and is more form fitting than plate armor of a lower quality, which makes it hug her features a bit, while also allowing a freer range of movement. On top of this, the armor is also enchanted, which lends it additional strength in the form of various wards placed upon it. With the armor, Arya also usually has a dark navy blue cape that is enchanted to protect her from the elements that may affect a user wearing full plate normally.
Arya's sword, which she carries at all times, appears to be made out of pure gold and is ornately crafted, though in truth it is only golden in color. The blade seems to always gleam with holy energy. The source of the blade's holy energy seems to flow directly from Arya's soul, the blade and its wielder's soul linked by a powerful bond. The golden metal sword is so much a part of Arya that she can easily cast holy magic or light magic through it as she fights with it, and if one were to hold the blade, it would surrender everything of Arya's being to that person, including every memory, thought, and emotion she had ever experienced and is experiencing at the time. If the sword, which is nigh indestructible, is destroyed, however, Arya would die.
At other times, she wears more mundane clothing, though it typically consists of a cloak that is a dark navy blue, similar to her cape while she is wearing her armor that is also enchanted to protect it's wearer a bit. For the most part, she summons most of her equipment through the use of light magic, except for her sword.
***
Registered: Jan 10, 2016 15:07:58 GMT -8
|
Post by Arya Shieldheart on Jan 11, 2016 14:35:09 GMT -8
The moment Lum'valia held Arya's sword she gasped slightly in surprise. The aura of divine love from Lum'valia's soul, which was a gate to the celestial plane did call to her, almost like a light at the end of a tunnel. It took a considerable amount of willpower to resist it, but she seemed to be able to gritting her teeth she got out, "Don't worry... I am fine."
The sword seemed to sing with various memories of Arya's life, and her feelings that she currently felt. These images and feelings were not forced upon Lum'valia however, instead they were simply there, completely out in the open if she wished to look through them. If she did perhaps opt to do this she would see Arya's relatively short life flash before her eyes, almost as if it were her own.
She would see a childhood filled with happiness for the most part, a small quaint and snowy village set upon a mountain top. Only one person seemed to be in Arya’s life than, a wiry man, with calloused hands, he seemed to work in the mines near the village. Everyday he would come home, at the same time just as the sun dipped below the mountains and cast a orange light upon the white snow. He would always smell of coal dust, and earth. That smell was what Arya recognized him by… Her mother was never in her life, her father had told her she died in childbirth when she was eight years old. Despite never meeting her mother, Arya cried for days on end. She had hoped one day she could meet her mother.
Her father and her other close family and friends in the village made things easier however, and many fond memories zipped past of these times. These memories all seemed to come to a burning halt however, as they reached the point where Arya’s whole life was changed for the worse.
Mountains shook and rumbled, liquid fire flowed like rivers as the mountain’s firey breath blacked out the sky. Arya had seen all those she loved burned to death, swept away as they burned. The white snows of her innocent childhood had all but melted away along with all those she knew.
Lum’valia would notice the next few yers of her memory after this point are only darkness, no more white snow, no more fond memories, only confusion and sorrow. In these years Arya had been completely lost until she found the order of paladins that took her in and trained her. Images of training would flash by, Arya was completely consumed with her training, every other aspect of her life shut out, and forgotten. Lum’valia would see a golden sword being forged… it’s very metal imbued with energy the very first time Arya touched it, the powerful link between blade and wielder forming one.
Then she would see the first steps of Arya’s journey, there were very few goodbyes, she had only known one person, her master. Every other person seemed distant, shrouded behind a cloud of black smoke of fear of loss. Then... Lum'valia would see Arya here today once again.
At this point Arya seemed quite tired, exhausted from the play of events, and the ever calling urge to enter the celestial plane she fought to resist. Her eyes were wide with fear, and tears were streaming down her face now. Just as Lum'valia had lived her memories so too did Arya have to relive them. Arya's lip quivered slightly, as she fought for words, "I-I'm sorry..." was all she could get out before she buried her face in her hands.
|
|
Lum'Valia
Dedicated
Normally a dragon, sometimes an angel, always good.
Roleplay posts: 325
Age: 1248
Physical Description: 128 feet long from head to tail. Her eyes which are usually half lidded glow silver. Her scales are a bright white that glows with energy and her massive wings are covered in alabaster feathers. She is a dragon so of course, she is unspeakable beautiful like a work of art.
Her voice is a difficult thing to described. It is a languid thing low and sonorous. Each word she speaks seems to be set to some unheard melody and those who hear her voice often get wrapped up in it. It's almost as though everything she says is part of a comforting lullaby from your childhood wrapping you up making you feel safe.
She specializes in light and holy magics, and her breath attack is a torrent of purifying white flame. Her flame attacks not the body but the soul purging and cleansing evil on a spiritual level. Her flame can turn someone who has been led astray back to the path of good and destroy those who are truly evil. She of course also has all the fearsome physical capabilities of her kind.
In her angelic form, she is lovely. Standing at roughly 5'8 with a slim and curvaceous figure. Her skin is a glowing alabaster and she has large wings with ivory feathers. Her hair is a lustrous silver color and spills down to her mid back. Her features are delicate, with high cheek bones, a pert nose, full lips, and beautiful silver eyes. Currently, she is in her human form, which looks identical to her angelic form but with red hair, and eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Dragons don't need gear.
Registered: Nov 26, 2015 20:26:13 GMT -8
|
Post by Lum'Valia on Jan 11, 2016 14:46:48 GMT -8
Lum'Valia gently lays the sword to the side, and without a word gathers Arya into her arms. Without the direct link to her soul the aura of divine love no longer calls as strongly, but it is still present. Lum slowly pats Arya's back and begins to hum, hoping that this small gesture can sooth the girls pain. |
|
Arya Shieldheart
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 21
Physical Description: *Physical Description*
Arya stands at about 5'10, with an athletic build composed of lean yet strong muscle due to rigorous training in plate armor most of the time. Arya has pure white hair that tumbles down to just above the small of her back in flowing waves.
Her face holds soft features, which seem welcoming to any who look upon them. Her eyes, which are a ruby red color, always seem to hold a friendly, welcoming glint.
***
Clothes and Equipment: *Clothes and Equipment*
In combat, Arya will almost always be wearing a high quality plate armor made of white plate accented in black. The armor was made to fit the user and is more form fitting than plate armor of a lower quality, which makes it hug her features a bit, while also allowing a freer range of movement. On top of this, the armor is also enchanted, which lends it additional strength in the form of various wards placed upon it. With the armor, Arya also usually has a dark navy blue cape that is enchanted to protect her from the elements that may affect a user wearing full plate normally.
Arya's sword, which she carries at all times, appears to be made out of pure gold and is ornately crafted, though in truth it is only golden in color. The blade seems to always gleam with holy energy. The source of the blade's holy energy seems to flow directly from Arya's soul, the blade and its wielder's soul linked by a powerful bond. The golden metal sword is so much a part of Arya that she can easily cast holy magic or light magic through it as she fights with it, and if one were to hold the blade, it would surrender everything of Arya's being to that person, including every memory, thought, and emotion she had ever experienced and is experiencing at the time. If the sword, which is nigh indestructible, is destroyed, however, Arya would die.
At other times, she wears more mundane clothing, though it typically consists of a cloak that is a dark navy blue, similar to her cape while she is wearing her armor that is also enchanted to protect it's wearer a bit. For the most part, she summons most of her equipment through the use of light magic, except for her sword.
***
Registered: Jan 10, 2016 15:07:58 GMT -8
|
Post by Arya Shieldheart on Jan 11, 2016 15:19:01 GMT -8
Arya would cry for a bit as Lum'valia held her. Her body shuddering with every sob she made. This would continue for a bit, perhaps more than a few minutes. All the emotions she had pushed away during her training and her recent travels seemed to surface once again in those moments, and she could not control them. Never before had anyone held her while she cried for those she lost however, always it had been in solitude, and recently she had stopped crying all together, she had just felt... numb. Helping others was what helped her through these times, but she had not yet healed from these emotional wounds.
Gathering up her emotions again, Arya wiped her eyes, drawing away slightly from Lum'valia as to make eye contact with her. She could still feel the aura of love coming from her, but it was not as strong now, and only offered comfort. Arya smiled now, everything seemed fine again... "Thank you... I don't think I have shared my feelings with anyone in a long time." Moving to her original position to sit next to Lum'valia, Arya would let out a ragged sigh. In truth, while expressing her emotions did help somewhat lessen the pain of reliving the events for now, it was only a temporary fix, and a small step towards healing that would take a very long time.
|
|
Lum'Valia
Dedicated
Normally a dragon, sometimes an angel, always good.
Roleplay posts: 325
Age: 1248
Physical Description: 128 feet long from head to tail. Her eyes which are usually half lidded glow silver. Her scales are a bright white that glows with energy and her massive wings are covered in alabaster feathers. She is a dragon so of course, she is unspeakable beautiful like a work of art.
Her voice is a difficult thing to described. It is a languid thing low and sonorous. Each word she speaks seems to be set to some unheard melody and those who hear her voice often get wrapped up in it. It's almost as though everything she says is part of a comforting lullaby from your childhood wrapping you up making you feel safe.
She specializes in light and holy magics, and her breath attack is a torrent of purifying white flame. Her flame attacks not the body but the soul purging and cleansing evil on a spiritual level. Her flame can turn someone who has been led astray back to the path of good and destroy those who are truly evil. She of course also has all the fearsome physical capabilities of her kind.
In her angelic form, she is lovely. Standing at roughly 5'8 with a slim and curvaceous figure. Her skin is a glowing alabaster and she has large wings with ivory feathers. Her hair is a lustrous silver color and spills down to her mid back. Her features are delicate, with high cheek bones, a pert nose, full lips, and beautiful silver eyes. Currently, she is in her human form, which looks identical to her angelic form but with red hair, and eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Dragons don't need gear.
Registered: Nov 26, 2015 20:26:13 GMT -8
|
Post by Lum'Valia on Jan 11, 2016 16:00:26 GMT -8
Lum'Valia is glad to see Arya has accepted her pain, and is ready to start the road to recovery. She sits in companionable silence with Arya for a while before rising to her feet. She offers Arya a hand up and says curiously.
"So what will you do next Arya? You are of course welcome to travel with me for a time."
|
|
Arya Shieldheart
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 21
Physical Description: *Physical Description*
Arya stands at about 5'10, with an athletic build composed of lean yet strong muscle due to rigorous training in plate armor most of the time. Arya has pure white hair that tumbles down to just above the small of her back in flowing waves.
Her face holds soft features, which seem welcoming to any who look upon them. Her eyes, which are a ruby red color, always seem to hold a friendly, welcoming glint.
***
Clothes and Equipment: *Clothes and Equipment*
In combat, Arya will almost always be wearing a high quality plate armor made of white plate accented in black. The armor was made to fit the user and is more form fitting than plate armor of a lower quality, which makes it hug her features a bit, while also allowing a freer range of movement. On top of this, the armor is also enchanted, which lends it additional strength in the form of various wards placed upon it. With the armor, Arya also usually has a dark navy blue cape that is enchanted to protect her from the elements that may affect a user wearing full plate normally.
Arya's sword, which she carries at all times, appears to be made out of pure gold and is ornately crafted, though in truth it is only golden in color. The blade seems to always gleam with holy energy. The source of the blade's holy energy seems to flow directly from Arya's soul, the blade and its wielder's soul linked by a powerful bond. The golden metal sword is so much a part of Arya that she can easily cast holy magic or light magic through it as she fights with it, and if one were to hold the blade, it would surrender everything of Arya's being to that person, including every memory, thought, and emotion she had ever experienced and is experiencing at the time. If the sword, which is nigh indestructible, is destroyed, however, Arya would die.
At other times, she wears more mundane clothing, though it typically consists of a cloak that is a dark navy blue, similar to her cape while she is wearing her armor that is also enchanted to protect it's wearer a bit. For the most part, she summons most of her equipment through the use of light magic, except for her sword.
***
Registered: Jan 10, 2016 15:07:58 GMT -8
|
Post by Arya Shieldheart on Jan 11, 2016 16:52:50 GMT -8
Arya accepts Lum'valia's hand up, sheathing her sword as she did so. Standing next to each other, Lum'valia would notice that Arya is taller than her, her body also seemed to be more toned, and athletic. This was due to the fact that Arya relied on her own physical strength and skill with her sword as well as he holy and light magics to fight. Her greatest talent however, was probably in healing as it was what interested her most, she did not enjoy violence.
"I would love to travel with you. I did not have any destination in mind after all, so yes I would be honored if you would take me along with you. I have only heard of holy dragons such as yourself in legends before... I did not ever hope to meet one in person!" Arya seemed somewhat excited to be offered a chance to travel with Lum'valia, seemingly forgetting about her previous sadness, "I know it might be much to ask this... but can you perhaps teach me how to use my holy magic better? You seem like you are very good at it from what I can tell."
|
|
Lum'Valia
Dedicated
Normally a dragon, sometimes an angel, always good.
Roleplay posts: 325
Age: 1248
Physical Description: 128 feet long from head to tail. Her eyes which are usually half lidded glow silver. Her scales are a bright white that glows with energy and her massive wings are covered in alabaster feathers. She is a dragon so of course, she is unspeakable beautiful like a work of art.
Her voice is a difficult thing to described. It is a languid thing low and sonorous. Each word she speaks seems to be set to some unheard melody and those who hear her voice often get wrapped up in it. It's almost as though everything she says is part of a comforting lullaby from your childhood wrapping you up making you feel safe.
She specializes in light and holy magics, and her breath attack is a torrent of purifying white flame. Her flame attacks not the body but the soul purging and cleansing evil on a spiritual level. Her flame can turn someone who has been led astray back to the path of good and destroy those who are truly evil. She of course also has all the fearsome physical capabilities of her kind.
In her angelic form, she is lovely. Standing at roughly 5'8 with a slim and curvaceous figure. Her skin is a glowing alabaster and she has large wings with ivory feathers. Her hair is a lustrous silver color and spills down to her mid back. Her features are delicate, with high cheek bones, a pert nose, full lips, and beautiful silver eyes. Currently, she is in her human form, which looks identical to her angelic form but with red hair, and eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Dragons don't need gear.
Registered: Nov 26, 2015 20:26:13 GMT -8
|
Post by Lum'Valia on Jan 11, 2016 19:16:10 GMT -8
Lum'Valia begins to walk toward Isra motioning to Arya indicating she should follow, she says happily.
"Of course I don't mind teaching you holy magic! Actually I was teaching a girl light magic earlier and she told me she would like to learn holy magics at a later date. Perhaps we can track down Jun and I can teach you both at the same time. For the moment I was in Isra before I was called away, and I think I would like to finish my walking tour."
Lum'Valia claps her hands clearly excited by this idea, as she walks back toward Isra to finish her walking tour.
|
|
Arya Shieldheart
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 21
Physical Description: *Physical Description*
Arya stands at about 5'10, with an athletic build composed of lean yet strong muscle due to rigorous training in plate armor most of the time. Arya has pure white hair that tumbles down to just above the small of her back in flowing waves.
Her face holds soft features, which seem welcoming to any who look upon them. Her eyes, which are a ruby red color, always seem to hold a friendly, welcoming glint.
***
Clothes and Equipment: *Clothes and Equipment*
In combat, Arya will almost always be wearing a high quality plate armor made of white plate accented in black. The armor was made to fit the user and is more form fitting than plate armor of a lower quality, which makes it hug her features a bit, while also allowing a freer range of movement. On top of this, the armor is also enchanted, which lends it additional strength in the form of various wards placed upon it. With the armor, Arya also usually has a dark navy blue cape that is enchanted to protect her from the elements that may affect a user wearing full plate normally.
Arya's sword, which she carries at all times, appears to be made out of pure gold and is ornately crafted, though in truth it is only golden in color. The blade seems to always gleam with holy energy. The source of the blade's holy energy seems to flow directly from Arya's soul, the blade and its wielder's soul linked by a powerful bond. The golden metal sword is so much a part of Arya that she can easily cast holy magic or light magic through it as she fights with it, and if one were to hold the blade, it would surrender everything of Arya's being to that person, including every memory, thought, and emotion she had ever experienced and is experiencing at the time. If the sword, which is nigh indestructible, is destroyed, however, Arya would die.
At other times, she wears more mundane clothing, though it typically consists of a cloak that is a dark navy blue, similar to her cape while she is wearing her armor that is also enchanted to protect it's wearer a bit. For the most part, she summons most of her equipment through the use of light magic, except for her sword.
***
Registered: Jan 10, 2016 15:07:58 GMT -8
|
Post by Arya Shieldheart on Jan 11, 2016 19:46:34 GMT -8
Arya would follow Lum'valia eagerly. Perhaps she can learn even better holy magic from this dragon, and see Isra as well. The prospect somewhat excited her, and plus she would get to meet this person named Jun. While Arya was still weary of making new friends, she did not let her apprehension get in the way. Walking soundlessly on he exposed heels and toes, she followed Lum'valia to Isra.
<Exit>
|
|
Ronwe, Bearer of Truth
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: immeasurable
Physical Description: ============
Ronwe is a clearly demonic entity in her true form. Standing at a fairly good height of almost six feet, her body is covered in soft, supple blue flesh. Two gleaming pink eyes filled with mischief and madness peer out from behind long lashes, her angular yet tantalizingly beautiful face nearly always turned up into a knowing smirk. She has full, luscious lips and a cascading mane of silky bright pink hair, two oddly-shaped sharp horns curving out from the sides of her head and down around her chin. Her figure is beautiful and curvaceous, her bosom full and her waistline slim. Her beauty is second only to her sharp wit and photographic memory, used to store all the forbidden knowledge the Hellscape has to offer.
Clothes and Equipment: ============
While Ronwe possesses the magical ability to manifest whatever clothing or form she sees fit, her favoured garb is a scandalously revealing set of black robes, the shear fabric wrapped tight about her body and exposing her silhouette in the most tantalising way. The robes are low-cut enough to show off a fair bit of her ample cleavage, and the flowing skirts are cut down the sides, revealing the tender blue flesh of her supple legs. Truly, it's a getup made to draw the eye.
Registered: Mar 27, 2016 10:27:04 GMT -8
|
Post by Ronwe, Bearer of Truth on Mar 27, 2016 11:58:04 GMT -8
Within the farmlands of Isra, it's a beautiful, sunny day with a gentle breeze and a blue sky. Light, wispy clouds drift through the firmament and the sun shines bright over swaying fields of golden wheat. Birds chirp all around, signaling to each other with their musical voices. Meanwhile, a full-figured, young, innocent-looking farm girl skips down a dirt road between two fields of wheat, picking flowers from the side of the road and placing them in a wicker basket. More flowers are woven into her cascading brown hair, from roses to wolfsbane to tulips. She pauses for a moment to look up into the sky with round golden irises, shielding her face from the sun as she sighs contentedly.
It's been a good day so far, she thinks. These farm boys are such easy prey... |
|
Samael
Dedicated
Evolution takes time.
Roleplay posts: 222 
Age: Unknown.
Physical Description: The seemingly young man before you stands at the imposing height of 5'10. There's a rich, deep complexion to his skin, and it could be considered desiresable among gossipers. However, he is not without Mara along his body, having minute scarring in various areas. It's clear by the astute that he's seen battle, and his presence is made known by the miasma of ambition that radiates off him. His body is hardened by muscle, though scouring his frame. His body is not without their imperfections, but even so, his old wounds give off the realization that he is not entirely vain.
Clothes and Equipment: Donning roguish attire, Samael can be seen cloaked in a fur jacket adorned with magical properties. Power radiates from the article of clothing, though it's easily unnoticed. Unfamiliar fabric hangs along his frame, though it seems to consistently shift about, rippling akin to water. Some say that he typically wears nothing, and dons a miasma of dark magic to cover himself appropriately. The undeniable rattling of metal emanates from him, and the source stems from a great sword that is linked together with a sinister looking chain. Both glow with dark energies at times, and it's safe to assume that they've been blessed... Or cursed by higher powers.
Player's online availability : On most of the time, most responsive in the afternoons, and evenings.
Registered: Mar 23, 2016 21:24:20 GMT -8
|
Post by Samael on Mar 27, 2016 12:06:26 GMT -8
Wandering the planes of this existence was an endless task for Samael, so it was only natural for him to venture to accessible areas. He's steadily accumulated power over time, though with his current progress, he would not get very far. His power was still relatively young in comparison to his other demonic-kin, and thus his search to empower himself was ceaseless. Whether it was acquiring artifacts, consuming the souls of powerful opponents, or learning of arcane secrets, Samael's quest for dominance ensured that he was constantly on the move.
His cold onyx hues gave off the impression that he had low tolerance for people in general, yet it always seemed to work adversely in situations. Mortals alike often approached him, and while he pretended to care for what they had to say, he wanted nothing more than to gut them where they stood. How could such a race be happy and complacent while being among the lowest of the food chain? Their kind bothered him to no end, so when he comes across a farm-girl literally -skipping- along, his eyes lid.
He was quite a few ways off, and his gaze shifts into the dense forestry surrounding this specific road. He contemplates on resuming his way down the road, or risk a brief detour. But whom was he to make way for a -mortal-? His anger flares for a moment, before exhaling lowly and continuing on his way.
He would not conform to the whim of some happy-go-lucky woman, that was for sure. He intends on striding past her, his hands neatly stuffed within their respective pockets, and his gaze barely shifting toward her. Eye-contact seemed to always appeared to invoke conversation he did not desire.
|
|
Ronwe, Bearer of Truth
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: immeasurable
Physical Description: ============
Ronwe is a clearly demonic entity in her true form. Standing at a fairly good height of almost six feet, her body is covered in soft, supple blue flesh. Two gleaming pink eyes filled with mischief and madness peer out from behind long lashes, her angular yet tantalizingly beautiful face nearly always turned up into a knowing smirk. She has full, luscious lips and a cascading mane of silky bright pink hair, two oddly-shaped sharp horns curving out from the sides of her head and down around her chin. Her figure is beautiful and curvaceous, her bosom full and her waistline slim. Her beauty is second only to her sharp wit and photographic memory, used to store all the forbidden knowledge the Hellscape has to offer.
Clothes and Equipment: ============
While Ronwe possesses the magical ability to manifest whatever clothing or form she sees fit, her favoured garb is a scandalously revealing set of black robes, the shear fabric wrapped tight about her body and exposing her silhouette in the most tantalising way. The robes are low-cut enough to show off a fair bit of her ample cleavage, and the flowing skirts are cut down the sides, revealing the tender blue flesh of her supple legs. Truly, it's a getup made to draw the eye.
Registered: Mar 27, 2016 10:27:04 GMT -8
|
Post by Ronwe, Bearer of Truth on Mar 27, 2016 12:13:03 GMT -8
The farm girl continues to skip along despite the rather sullen presence behind her. However, when it passes in front of her she blinks a few times, incredulously. Was that..? She hadn't seen her brother in quite awhile. She wondered what he was up to...seems as it he's gotten a taste for the mortal world.
She snickers lightly to herself, but she decides not to break her illusion. Instead, she jogs to catch up at him and cuts him off, smiling brightly up at the black-haired man.
"Hi mister! Want a flower? I've been picking them all day, and I was hoping I could brighten someone else's day up too!" she says, her smile inscrutably innocent. Inwardly she smirks. She knows this will really get his goat. That's exactly her objective.
|
|
Samael
Dedicated
Evolution takes time.
Roleplay posts: 222
Age: Unknown.
Physical Description: The seemingly young man before you stands at the imposing height of 5'10. There's a rich, deep complexion to his skin, and it could be considered desiresable among gossipers. However, he is not without Mara along his body, having minute scarring in various areas. It's clear by the astute that he's seen battle, and his presence is made known by the miasma of ambition that radiates off him. His body is hardened by muscle, though scouring his frame. His body is not without their imperfections, but even so, his old wounds give off the realization that he is not entirely vain.
Clothes and Equipment: Donning roguish attire, Samael can be seen cloaked in a fur jacket adorned with magical properties. Power radiates from the article of clothing, though it's easily unnoticed. Unfamiliar fabric hangs along his frame, though it seems to consistently shift about, rippling akin to water. Some say that he typically wears nothing, and dons a miasma of dark magic to cover himself appropriately. The undeniable rattling of metal emanates from him, and the source stems from a great sword that is linked together with a sinister looking chain. Both glow with dark energies at times, and it's safe to assume that they've been blessed... Or cursed by higher powers.
Player's online availability : On most of the time, most responsive in the afternoons, and evenings.
Registered: Mar 23, 2016 21:24:20 GMT -8
|
Post by Samael on Mar 27, 2016 12:19:18 GMT -8
Alas, the intentions on going about his business fails entirely, the demonic entity shifting his gaze from the horizon. Said gaze slowly pans down to the smaller farm-girl, and his eyes lid intently. She appeared so innocent, and had even been nice enough to offer him a flower of sorts. An extension of friendship was bestowed upon him, and he appeared to be hesitating.
..Does he kill her, or break her?
The mere idea of a mortal approaching him without his consent irritates him to no end, his head slightly tilting upward with indignation. The audacity of this young woman was astonishing, and to think she'd offer something so insignificant as a flower wounds his immense sense of self-worth. His eyes simmer with a burning heat, and a wicked smile splays upon his features, internally. On the outside, he offers a small smile, before abruptly attempting to wrap a bare hand around the farm-girls neck. They standing in the middle of the road within, though in moments she'd find herself being pressed into a tree, Samael's face close to her own as he glares at her maliciously.
"You irritate me."
|
|
Ronwe, Bearer of Truth
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: immeasurable
Physical Description: ============
Ronwe is a clearly demonic entity in her true form. Standing at a fairly good height of almost six feet, her body is covered in soft, supple blue flesh. Two gleaming pink eyes filled with mischief and madness peer out from behind long lashes, her angular yet tantalizingly beautiful face nearly always turned up into a knowing smirk. She has full, luscious lips and a cascading mane of silky bright pink hair, two oddly-shaped sharp horns curving out from the sides of her head and down around her chin. Her figure is beautiful and curvaceous, her bosom full and her waistline slim. Her beauty is second only to her sharp wit and photographic memory, used to store all the forbidden knowledge the Hellscape has to offer.
Clothes and Equipment: ============
While Ronwe possesses the magical ability to manifest whatever clothing or form she sees fit, her favoured garb is a scandalously revealing set of black robes, the shear fabric wrapped tight about her body and exposing her silhouette in the most tantalising way. The robes are low-cut enough to show off a fair bit of her ample cleavage, and the flowing skirts are cut down the sides, revealing the tender blue flesh of her supple legs. Truly, it's a getup made to draw the eye.
Registered: Mar 27, 2016 10:27:04 GMT -8
|
Post by Ronwe, Bearer of Truth on Mar 27, 2016 12:23:49 GMT -8
The farm girl makes a great show of trying to struggle against Samael's grasp, pouting up at him with her full lips.
"B...but I just wanted...to give you a foower," she says, holding fourth a yellow rose, trembling beneath the demon's rough grasp, gasping for breath.
In reality, Ronwe is taking great pleasure in irritating her brother so effortlessly, though she does have to keep up appearances! She coughs dramatically against his hand and grasps at his larger fingers, futilely attempting to pull them away.
"Please...don't you want a rose? It'll make you less mad," comes her convincingly hoarse voice as she forces a smile up at him, her face beginning to turn red.
|
|
Samael
Dedicated
Evolution takes time.
Roleplay posts: 222
Age: Unknown.
Physical Description: The seemingly young man before you stands at the imposing height of 5'10. There's a rich, deep complexion to his skin, and it could be considered desiresable among gossipers. However, he is not without Mara along his body, having minute scarring in various areas. It's clear by the astute that he's seen battle, and his presence is made known by the miasma of ambition that radiates off him. His body is hardened by muscle, though scouring his frame. His body is not without their imperfections, but even so, his old wounds give off the realization that he is not entirely vain.
Clothes and Equipment: Donning roguish attire, Samael can be seen cloaked in a fur jacket adorned with magical properties. Power radiates from the article of clothing, though it's easily unnoticed. Unfamiliar fabric hangs along his frame, though it seems to consistently shift about, rippling akin to water. Some say that he typically wears nothing, and dons a miasma of dark magic to cover himself appropriately. The undeniable rattling of metal emanates from him, and the source stems from a great sword that is linked together with a sinister looking chain. Both glow with dark energies at times, and it's safe to assume that they've been blessed... Or cursed by higher powers.
Player's online availability : On most of the time, most responsive in the afternoons, and evenings.
Registered: Mar 23, 2016 21:24:20 GMT -8
|
Post by Samael on Mar 27, 2016 12:28:23 GMT -8
Samael's irritation only grows as he has half a mind to snap this mortal's neck, his grip tightening considerably. He takes a look at the flower, and as he places his free hand upon it, it wilts into a husk of its former self. "I don't want your silly flowers, you putrid woman. What I want is something more...permanent." He seethes, his gaze slowly traveling up and down the farm-girl. Perhaps breaking her and then retrieving the remnants of her battered soul would be enough of an exchange for him to spare her. His pride swells as his free hand sets to work, intent upon gathering demonic energy. He plants his hand toward her chest, and it's clear that he's preparing to enact his vile thoughts on the matter.
The question was, how long would it take to break this ball of sunshine?
|
|
Ronwe, Bearer of Truth
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: immeasurable
Physical Description: ============
Ronwe is a clearly demonic entity in her true form. Standing at a fairly good height of almost six feet, her body is covered in soft, supple blue flesh. Two gleaming pink eyes filled with mischief and madness peer out from behind long lashes, her angular yet tantalizingly beautiful face nearly always turned up into a knowing smirk. She has full, luscious lips and a cascading mane of silky bright pink hair, two oddly-shaped sharp horns curving out from the sides of her head and down around her chin. Her figure is beautiful and curvaceous, her bosom full and her waistline slim. Her beauty is second only to her sharp wit and photographic memory, used to store all the forbidden knowledge the Hellscape has to offer.
Clothes and Equipment: ============
While Ronwe possesses the magical ability to manifest whatever clothing or form she sees fit, her favoured garb is a scandalously revealing set of black robes, the shear fabric wrapped tight about her body and exposing her silhouette in the most tantalising way. The robes are low-cut enough to show off a fair bit of her ample cleavage, and the flowing skirts are cut down the sides, revealing the tender blue flesh of her supple legs. Truly, it's a getup made to draw the eye.
Registered: Mar 27, 2016 10:27:04 GMT -8
|
Post by Ronwe, Bearer of Truth on Mar 27, 2016 12:36:43 GMT -8
Whether it be due to her unbreakable happiness or something less mundane, Samael's vile thoughts have no effect on this woman. The demonic energy simply fizzles out as it enters her.
That energy is delicious, Ronwe thinks, I didn't know my brother had grown so powerful. Maybe he will end up getting somewhere in life, after all. I'm proud of him!
Outwardly, she shows no sign of her thoughts, simply pouting sadly up at Samael.
"Why are you...why are you so...so mad?" she pants out. Clearly, she has no idea why he would want to hurt her. She drops the flower and the basket holding them sadly, scrambling at her throat futilely. Clearly it'll take more than just a simple infusion of negative energy to break this girl's upbeat and innocent spirit.
|
|
Samael
Dedicated
Evolution takes time.
Roleplay posts: 222
Age: Unknown.
Physical Description: The seemingly young man before you stands at the imposing height of 5'10. There's a rich, deep complexion to his skin, and it could be considered desiresable among gossipers. However, he is not without Mara along his body, having minute scarring in various areas. It's clear by the astute that he's seen battle, and his presence is made known by the miasma of ambition that radiates off him. His body is hardened by muscle, though scouring his frame. His body is not without their imperfections, but even so, his old wounds give off the realization that he is not entirely vain.
Clothes and Equipment: Donning roguish attire, Samael can be seen cloaked in a fur jacket adorned with magical properties. Power radiates from the article of clothing, though it's easily unnoticed. Unfamiliar fabric hangs along his frame, though it seems to consistently shift about, rippling akin to water. Some say that he typically wears nothing, and dons a miasma of dark magic to cover himself appropriately. The undeniable rattling of metal emanates from him, and the source stems from a great sword that is linked together with a sinister looking chain. Both glow with dark energies at times, and it's safe to assume that they've been blessed... Or cursed by higher powers.
Player's online availability : On most of the time, most responsive in the afternoons, and evenings.
Registered: Mar 23, 2016 21:24:20 GMT -8
|
Post by Samael on Mar 27, 2016 12:41:55 GMT -8
Samael's eyes widen slightly as his attempts at breaching through her spiritual barrier had failed entirely, staring down at his hand in wonder. Had he invoked the wrong chant as he utilized his demonic powers, or was this woman harder to break than he had realized? His frustration is evident as his eyes lid, intending on slamming this infuriating woman into the ground. The infuriated demon leers upon her as he stalks closer, rolling his neck a few times as he procures a dagger of some sort...evidently, he intends on some form of torture, or to cause suffering upon this seemingly innocent victim.
He remains surprisingly quiet as he inhales slowly, before preparing to enact his own version of judgement.
F a d e t o g r a y.
|
|
Ronwe, Bearer of Truth
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: immeasurable
Physical Description: ============
Ronwe is a clearly demonic entity in her true form. Standing at a fairly good height of almost six feet, her body is covered in soft, supple blue flesh. Two gleaming pink eyes filled with mischief and madness peer out from behind long lashes, her angular yet tantalizingly beautiful face nearly always turned up into a knowing smirk. She has full, luscious lips and a cascading mane of silky bright pink hair, two oddly-shaped sharp horns curving out from the sides of her head and down around her chin. Her figure is beautiful and curvaceous, her bosom full and her waistline slim. Her beauty is second only to her sharp wit and photographic memory, used to store all the forbidden knowledge the Hellscape has to offer.
Clothes and Equipment: ============
While Ronwe possesses the magical ability to manifest whatever clothing or form she sees fit, her favoured garb is a scandalously revealing set of black robes, the shear fabric wrapped tight about her body and exposing her silhouette in the most tantalising way. The robes are low-cut enough to show off a fair bit of her ample cleavage, and the flowing skirts are cut down the sides, revealing the tender blue flesh of her supple legs. Truly, it's a getup made to draw the eye.
Registered: Mar 27, 2016 10:27:04 GMT -8
|
Post by Ronwe, Bearer of Truth on Mar 27, 2016 12:45:29 GMT -8
Oh boy. Things are heating up. The more mad she makes Samael the more gleeful she gets, and so even as he clearly intends to harm her, she continues to play along, cowering like a frightened child upon the ground, looking up at the demon with those big golden eyes of hers filled with an innocent fear.
"Wh-What are you doing?" asks the woman, massaging her throat delicately, the red markings of his fingers still wrapped about it. She crawls back away from Samael until her head hits a tree and she can crawl no further. Thus, she simply lies there, skirts a mess as she looks up at him in grim anticipation...
[Fade out]
|
|
Ronwe, Bearer of Truth
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: immeasurable
Physical Description: ============
Ronwe is a clearly demonic entity in her true form. Standing at a fairly good height of almost six feet, her body is covered in soft, supple blue flesh. Two gleaming pink eyes filled with mischief and madness peer out from behind long lashes, her angular yet tantalizingly beautiful face nearly always turned up into a knowing smirk. She has full, luscious lips and a cascading mane of silky bright pink hair, two oddly-shaped sharp horns curving out from the sides of her head and down around her chin. Her figure is beautiful and curvaceous, her bosom full and her waistline slim. Her beauty is second only to her sharp wit and photographic memory, used to store all the forbidden knowledge the Hellscape has to offer.
Clothes and Equipment: ============
While Ronwe possesses the magical ability to manifest whatever clothing or form she sees fit, her favoured garb is a scandalously revealing set of black robes, the shear fabric wrapped tight about her body and exposing her silhouette in the most tantalising way. The robes are low-cut enough to show off a fair bit of her ample cleavage, and the flowing skirts are cut down the sides, revealing the tender blue flesh of her supple legs. Truly, it's a getup made to draw the eye.
Registered: Mar 27, 2016 10:27:04 GMT -8
|
Post by Ronwe, Bearer of Truth on Mar 29, 2016 11:02:27 GMT -8
After a long night of "re-acquainting" herself with her virile brother, Ronwe lies upon his chest beneath the shade of an orange tree, snuggling into him lovingly.
"Ah, brother, I missed you so much! You may hate me, but you were always my favourite demon, little Sammy," she says. She smirks a little at the pet name; he always seemed to hate it, which made it all the more gratifying.
She lies her head in the crook of his neck, careful not to impale him with her downward-turned horns as she nuzzles into him. It's clear her affection is genuine...or is it? It's hard to tell with the almost constantly sardonic and teasing Ronwe, but it certainly seems genuine. Her revealing robes re-manifest upon her body, giving her some semblance of decency as she's suddenly wrapped in shear silky cloth.
"So, now that we've been properly reunited, what would you like to do?" she asks, looking up at her bro with eager pink eyes.
|
|
Samael
Dedicated
Evolution takes time.
Roleplay posts: 222
Age: Unknown.
Physical Description: The seemingly young man before you stands at the imposing height of 5'10. There's a rich, deep complexion to his skin, and it could be considered desiresable among gossipers. However, he is not without Mara along his body, having minute scarring in various areas. It's clear by the astute that he's seen battle, and his presence is made known by the miasma of ambition that radiates off him. His body is hardened by muscle, though scouring his frame. His body is not without their imperfections, but even so, his old wounds give off the realization that he is not entirely vain.
Clothes and Equipment: Donning roguish attire, Samael can be seen cloaked in a fur jacket adorned with magical properties. Power radiates from the article of clothing, though it's easily unnoticed. Unfamiliar fabric hangs along his frame, though it seems to consistently shift about, rippling akin to water. Some say that he typically wears nothing, and dons a miasma of dark magic to cover himself appropriately. The undeniable rattling of metal emanates from him, and the source stems from a great sword that is linked together with a sinister looking chain. Both glow with dark energies at times, and it's safe to assume that they've been blessed... Or cursed by higher powers.
Player's online availability : On most of the time, most responsive in the afternoons, and evenings.
Registered: Mar 23, 2016 21:24:20 GMT -8
|
Post by Samael on Mar 29, 2016 12:58:07 GMT -8
Samael finds himself resting beneath a tree, a single knee drawn up as he stares off into the dense forestry. The blazing anger he previously contained had been quelled to an extent, and he had a far-away expression upon his face. He was so out of it that he didn't even seem to care that Ronwe was nuzzling into him, his lips pursed together in an eternal struggle of concentration. Regardless, he glances down at he as she spoke, though his onyx hues didn't reciprocate the blazing pink stare upon him..it was a bit too much to maintain that kind of eye-contact with her.
"I want to get stronger, and to do that I need to find some artifacts, or discover rituals..or train, if need be. I've been contacted by a Demon-Lady from the Hellscape, and I can't afford to venture down there..not without some sort of improvement to my current disposition. Any suggestions, or know any way that I can change that, sister?" He inquires, motioning to come to a rise as he strides out of the shade.
He stares up at the sun with a wistful expression, allowing the warmth to radiate along his clothed body.
|
|
Ronwe, Bearer of Truth
Established
Roleplay posts: 18
Age: immeasurable
Physical Description: ============
Ronwe is a clearly demonic entity in her true form. Standing at a fairly good height of almost six feet, her body is covered in soft, supple blue flesh. Two gleaming pink eyes filled with mischief and madness peer out from behind long lashes, her angular yet tantalizingly beautiful face nearly always turned up into a knowing smirk. She has full, luscious lips and a cascading mane of silky bright pink hair, two oddly-shaped sharp horns curving out from the sides of her head and down around her chin. Her figure is beautiful and curvaceous, her bosom full and her waistline slim. Her beauty is second only to her sharp wit and photographic memory, used to store all the forbidden knowledge the Hellscape has to offer.
Clothes and Equipment: ============
While Ronwe possesses the magical ability to manifest whatever clothing or form she sees fit, her favoured garb is a scandalously revealing set of black robes, the shear fabric wrapped tight about her body and exposing her silhouette in the most tantalising way. The robes are low-cut enough to show off a fair bit of her ample cleavage, and the flowing skirts are cut down the sides, revealing the tender blue flesh of her supple legs. Truly, it's a getup made to draw the eye.
Registered: Mar 27, 2016 10:27:04 GMT -8
|
Post by Ronwe, Bearer of Truth on Mar 29, 2016 13:26:32 GMT -8
Ronwe stands and stretches languidly, following behind her brother as he steps out of the shade. Unlike her brother, she seems to be entirely content, opening her arms as if to hug the warmth of the ray of sun that washes over her. The activities of the past few hours have left her spry and revitalized, and it shows.
"I actually may have a solution! If you were to come to the Forbidden Library, you could stay there with me! Then, we could figure out what to do in order to get you into some real power. I am well respected in the Hellscape, so it shouldn't be difficult for me to pull a few strings, perhaps exchange some secrets in order to get you a high-ranking position wherever you please," responds Ronwe, beaming brightly at Samael. She wraps her arms about him from behind without warning. This may seem like just an affectionate gesture, but she'll need to have contact with him if she's to take him into the Archives through a rift with her.
|
|
