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
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Post by Samael on Mar 29, 2016 13:31:11 GMT -8
Samael listens to what Ronwe has to say, though he can not help but appear skeptical. Did she truly have the means to throw him into contact with an individual that he actually wished to speak with? His expression is hard to read as she wraps her arms around him, feeling her press into him as he exhales lowly. This was a decision that shouldn't be taken lightly, and he idly wonders how the young upstart would be received in the Hell-scape. Evidently, word of his doings have reached even the ears of a Demon-lady, and that meant that his enemies may be aware of him.
"I don't need strings pulled to acquire a higher ranking among our kin. I'll earn it on my own, and prove to them that I'm worth it...I just need to find the right people, in order to do so. We will not be having dealings with Sloth, Pride, or Gluttony, however. If you acknowledge that information, then we can go...just don't waste my time, dear sister."
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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
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Post by Ronwe, Bearer of Truth on Mar 29, 2016 13:39:02 GMT -8
Without missing a beat, Ronwe squeezes Sam tight and says, "Hold on!"
Nary a second later, a rift in space and time appears behind them, and the two are sucked into its gaping maw before disappearing from the Overworld entirely, the rift closing behind them. For an immeasurable yet seemingly short amount of time, the pair are disconnected from the rules that govern the universe. A moment later, they're dumped out into the centre of Hell's archives, standing before the glowing green globe depicting the Overworld and its moon. Ronwe spreads her arms and smiles at Samael, exclaiming grandiosely, "Welcome to the Forbidden Library! Welcome home!"
[Exit to Hell's Archives]
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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
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Post by Samael on Mar 29, 2016 13:41:55 GMT -8
[Exit to Hell's Archives]
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2016 18:47:05 GMT -8
Somewhere across the expanse of rolling hills decorated in rows to mark the massive farmlands on the free plains, a little creature was dashing about the grasses. Or rather, there were two. The only mark of one of them was the displacement in the grass where it was pushing the stalks out of its way in the run. The other creature, however, was easily distinguishable. The rear and lifted tail, covered in shimmering red scales in the sunlight, were just behind the tiny thing in the grass, chasing it down.
Ith zipped and zig-zagged about, trying to keep up with the field mouse he had found! It was a quick little devil, but he was quicker! He tore through the grass, nose kept low and the mouse in his sights! This carried him for a distance, and straight into a farmer's field - where the predator and his prey were weaving between stalks of vegetation... if not completely tearing through them in the little hatchling's haste. But he wasn't concerned with it at all - he wanted that blasted mouse!
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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
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Post by Lum'Valia on Apr 5, 2016 18:54:21 GMT -8
Lum was taking a leisurely flight away from the chalet. It had been sometime since she was in dragon form and it felt good to stretch her wings. As she soars over the farmlands she reflects on how tired she is. Her soul is still in recovery from the massive spell she had worked. Her body had reverted to its original red form and it was so odd. She missed the constant feeling of divine love, there was a hole where her connection to the celestial should be.
The dragonesses musing are interrupted when she spots a flash of red. Thinking it might be a fire she takes a closer look. Apparently she wasn't far off the mark. A hatchling was running through the field after something. Curious, where was its mother? Hmm if the hatchlings mother showed up and the child was on the farm she might attack the humans. Or the humans might attack the hatchling. Either would be bad so she wing downs and lands. The impact of her landing creates a tremor perhaps enough to startle a mouse into getting caught. Then Lum speaks in her languid singsong voice.
"Hello little one where is your mother?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2016 19:02:51 GMT -8
The tremor was enough to force a yelp from Ith, especially as he was sent tumbling head over heels a few paces before he stopped. He sat up quickly to find the mouse had vanished somewhere - gone. He pouts and huffs, until he hears someone. His head swivels around, and then cranes up to look to the other red dragon. She was biiiiiiiiiiig. He blinks a few times before he answers - still looking up at her with giant saucer eyes full of wonder.
"I dunno." His answer is short and to the point. And his attention span is there and gone like a sparrow. He glances around in hopes of finding the mouse - birds! He perks right up with a goofy grin on his scaly maw and makes a mad dash from the farm rows to a small flock of blackbird pecking about the roots of the grass - making a running leap with no avail to try and catch one!
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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
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Post by Lum'Valia on Apr 5, 2016 19:20:41 GMT -8
Lum maw turns upwards revealing rows of razor teeth. A dragons smile of amusement as the little one as he stares at her in awe. His words though make the smile fade. He does not know where his mother is? That is concerning. Before she can ask her next question he is already moving, off to harass flock of birds. His antics bring the smile back, though she still has questions. She walks over following him as he tries to catch a bird.
The dragoness begins to hum a little tune. She suffuses it with enough power to calm thing in the area. It should make it a bit easier for him to actually catch some prey. It would also hopefully make him a bit less energetic. She would wait until he was ready to sit still for a time. She could be patient, it was her first virtue after all.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2016 19:40:02 GMT -8
The birds seemed far too relaxed, and took flight at the last second - but one didn't make it~. Ith snapped his little jaws around the neck of one bird and thrashed around as it flapped and squawked, little aggressive growls being heard from the hatchling as he made battle with his prey! When it finally went quiet and still, he kept tossing it around - showering the small area in feathers. When he was satisfied in his play he sat back and eased into lying down, and tore past the remaining feathers for the flesh underneath. Somewhere in the middle of his meal he stopped, a bit of the raw meat dangling at the beak of his muzzle, and stared at Lum with that wondering gaze once more. He really didn't know what she was doing there or what she wanted... it made him a little nervous. But he didn't show it - he was more so curious than anything.
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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
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Post by Lum'Valia on Apr 5, 2016 19:50:24 GMT -8
He was just so... cute. Lum continues to hum as the triumphant little dragon claims his prey. He makes quite the spectacle of himself as he ensures the bird is dead. Finally the little dragon turns to regard her again. It only took half a bird to settle him down. She brings her head over to him and regards him curiously. Now it was time to ask a few questions.
"So you do not know where your mommy is. Do you remember where you last saw her? And do you have a name little one? Mine is Lum'Valia, you may call me Lum or Lummie if you'd prefer."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2016 20:00:00 GMT -8
Ith would tilts his head up to swallow down the piece he held in his maw, before looking to her once more. He would shake his head.
"I dunno where she is. She said 'wait here'," he replies, hopping up and stomping a paw to the ground twice - emphasizing the point. "But not here. It was there." Despite saying a direction, he didn't give one, just sitting back on his haunches. "I waited. I waited for hours," he drawls, rolling his head around on his shoulders dramatically. "Then I saw a deer and chased it! I missed it, though. Then there was a walking bird!" he exclaims, lifting his limp hanging paws up and waving them as his arms moved from one side to the other. "And it ran and ran. Then I found a bear! It was huuuuuuuuuuge!"
He would end up falling over as he splayed his forelegs up and out far, losing his balance in the process. But he righted himself quickly, sitting up again. He puffed out his little chest with his head reared back, looking very much proud of himself. "But I got away! Cuz I'm too fast! She couldn't get me!"
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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
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Post by Lum'Valia on Apr 5, 2016 20:19:22 GMT -8
Lum listens to the story and watches his antics. Oh my. What he said was very concerning, or would be if it wasn't for the way he said it. He was just so incredibly cute. He had actually knocked himself over in his excitement. It was taking everything she had not to laugh. It was taking even more than that to not pin him down for vigorous snuggles.
"Well that sounds very exciting and very impressive. Out running a huuuuuuuge bear is no mean feat. Well little one though I am sure you are quite fast I am sure your mommy is still in the area. I am also sure she is looking for you. Until she comes I will keep an eye on you. After all if another bear appears someone needs to see how fast you are."
Lum settles in to watch the child. She adores children and this one was especially cute. Though she hopes his mother comes, she isn't in a huge hurry for that to happen. Watching him play would be excellent for her soul. It would help her recharge. The faster she recharged the faster she could restore her connection to the celestial.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2016 20:27:27 GMT -8
Ith would nod his head vigorously when she mentioned watching him run. "You bet! I'll be so fast, I'll be like a blur! ZOOM!" With that, he would take off like a shot, zipping around the field as fast as his little legs could carry him. He was more than thrilled to be able to show off what he could do! He darted this way and that, rolling completely over when he made a turn too sharp, but he made quick and frantic work to resume - in hopes she didn't see his blunders.
And somewhere in the midst of the chasing he caught the sound of another mouse, and resumed the chase! He didn't care how far or where it took him - he was gonna get that mouse!
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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
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Post by Lum'Valia on Apr 5, 2016 20:55:37 GMT -8
Lum watched the little dragons display with wry amusement. Praising his great speed and stifling her chuckles at his blunders. He was certainly a little fire cracker. She stretches out languidly and as he is deciding to try and catch a mouse she decides to sing. Her languid voice thrums out melodically a simple childrens song she loved.
"Kookaburra sitting in an old gum tree,
Merry, merry king of the bush is he.
Sing! Kookaburra sing!
Kookaburra won't you sing for me.
Kookaburra sitting in an old gum tree,
eating all the gum drops he can see.
Wait! Kookaburra wait!
Kookaburra leave some for me.
Kookaburra sitting in an old gum tree,
counting all the monkeys he can see.
Laugh! Kookaburra Laugh!
Kookaburra gay your life must be."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2016 21:04:04 GMT -8
Ith was listening a bit as he chased the mouse closer to where she sat, and his attention was captured. The mouse disappeared into the grass and was gone, but he was no longer concerned. He couldn't help but start a new game. He would hop with each time he sang "Kookaburra!", until he began to march about - still repeating the bird over and over. It sounded so much fun to say! His eyes eased shut as he found some harmony in his attempted singing, his head would sway back and forth in a rhythm - tail following suite. His little stomping continued on, now a single dracling marching troupe that was leading him away from Lum and towards the nearby woods without a care in the world.
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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
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Post by Lum'Valia on Apr 6, 2016 7:10:27 GMT -8
By the light! The little one had taken up her song and was marching to it. Lum hadn't entertained an evil thought in a long time. The sight of the little cutie marching and singing though, made her want to steal him. She wouldn't of course, but she could enjoy watching him until his mother came. As he marches towards the forest she follows, still humming the tune keeping time for his marching. Hmmm if he entered the woods she'd have to turn to human form. If she didn't she would knock over a few trees.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2016 8:22:05 GMT -8
He continued to trot along, not staying with the march for too long before he began to hop along. "Kookaburra!" Hop, hop! "Kookaburra!" Hop, hop! He kept bouncing along, moving into the trees. He would hop in a circle a time or two, smiling up to his new friend as she followed, and then resume his new trek.
<Exit to a dense forest>
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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
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Post by Lum'Valia on Apr 6, 2016 9:41:27 GMT -8
As they enter the forest Lum shifts to her human form. Fortunatly she had enough energy to wreth herself in a dress of flame. It would be quite embarrassing to wander naked through the woods. Now in a form that doesn't shake the earth, she decides to imitate the hatchling. "Kookaburra!" Hop, hop! "Kookaburra!" Hop, Hop! The dragoness sings gaily as she follows him.
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Ringleader Rusmanov
Established
Roleplay posts: 32
Physical Description: Rusmanov is a tall and skinny man with a nearly permanent smile on his face.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears a selection of brightly colored suits and hats. Grey is not an option when it comes to his wardrobe. He carries a rather large enchanted megaphone that amplifies his voice to several times its original volume. He also carries a bullwhip.
Registered: Feb 12, 2016 19:55:09 GMT -8
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Post by Ringleader Rusmanov on Apr 20, 2016 16:28:06 GMT -8
As the farmers worked their lands, they would hear jolly (if somewhat unsettling) circus music coming over the hill. A moment later, a caravan of brightly-painted circus carts would roll down the road, pulled by a collection of strange stripy horses.  Upon reaching an empty, unclaimed field, the striped horses are pulled to a stop. A collection of circus performers, dressed in sparkly leotards and colorful clown outfits, jump out and begin assembling a huge red-and-white tent. As the performers hustle and bustle about, Ringleader Rusmanov steps out of his cart and lifts a megaphone.
"LAAAAADIES AND GENTLEMEN! WE ARE RUSMANOV'S TRAVELING CIRCUS, AND WE INVITE YOU ALL TO WITNESS THE GREATEST SHOW IN THE WORLD! COME ONE, COME ALL! BRING YOUR FRIENDS, BRING YOUR FAMILY! COME SEE WONDERS FROM AROUND THE WORLD! MARVELS FROM THE EXOTIC LANDS! DEATH-DEFYING STUNTS THAT WILL MAKE YOUR BREATH CATCH IN YOUR THROAT! WE HAVE DANCING BEARS, FLYING ACROBATS, SKILLFUL KNIFE-THROWERS!"
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Ryselle Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 94
Age: 20
Physical Description: Coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'3", Ryselle looks like she weighs less than the average puppy when soaking wet. She is stronger than she looks, which is saying something. She has a fine-boned build, and the white hair (hers being hip-length) and pale skin which her family is known for, but her eyes are a startling shade of lavender-blue commonly known as "periwinkle." She is usually completely expressionless, which often disturbs most people.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ryselle always wears a white dress, and tends to go barefoot. She often carries birdseed, nuts, and pieces of dried fruit, fish, and beef in the many pockets of her dress, to offer to her animal friends. As with every member of her family, Ryselle (for some reason) carries candy in a pocket, usually the black licorice of which she is most fond.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 2, 2016 0:22:25 GMT -8
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Post by Ryselle Fletcher on Apr 20, 2016 16:36:20 GMT -8
They had stopped again. Ryselle stirred herself and looked out of the wagon she inhabited with the menagerie. Hm. Isra. She'd passed by here on the way to Ozmodias to meet her father. She wondered if he and cousin Robert were still alive. Rising to her feet, she donned her sparkly white costume with the sheer skirt and sleeves, and twisted her hair back into an intricate braid with shiny white ribbon woven through it. Then she exited the wagon, trailed by the animals of the menagerie. Her job was simple; she went to a small white pedestal and hopped up onto it, whereupon birds began to flock to her, settling around her, and on her shoulders and head, chirping and singing merrily. There the Fletcher girl would remain until the time came for her to perform.
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Elizabeth Finch
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 512
Age: 29
Physical Description: Elizabeth, or Liz, stands at about 5'9", weighing in at about 160lbs, most of it muscle from years of riding and fighting. She has platinum blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail to fit inside her helmet. Her eyes are a vibrant shade of green that contrasts well with her tanned skin. She would be considered attractive if she ever removed her armor, otherwise her face is the only indication that underneath the iron discipline and plate armor is an attractive woman.
Clothes and Equipment: Liz wears a normal looking set of plate armor that is custom fitted for her specifically, and does not hide her gender. She wields a lance when mounted. Javelins are carried in her mounts saddle. Her mount is a young Griffin by the name of St. George, he is full grown in height, but does not yet have the full mass of a adult griffin. She wears plain clothes when not in armor and her shield bears the symbol of the Dawn Riders on it, and her breastplate bears the symbol of Isra on it. She wears a small necklace with a purple gemstone on it underneath her breastplate, only visible when she she is unarmored. Her sword has the insignia of the midnight sun engraved in the hilt, as it is relatively out of sight and does not violate the military dress code. Her primary weapon is her sword, an ancient Elven artifact passed down by her bloodline. It is wreathed in green lightning when unsheathed and wielded by her, and she has a sunmetal shield that complements it with magical abilities of its own.
Player's online availability : Weekends/Nights EST
Registered: Apr 6, 2016 12:16:13 GMT -8
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Post by Elizabeth Finch on Apr 26, 2016 14:12:33 GMT -8
The heavily-armored form of a Dawn Rider atop her griffin alighted down on the fringe of the crowd that surrounded the huge circus tent. The people quickly parted way for her, besides her officer uniform, most people didn't want to stand in front of a griffin, who in his excitement probably looked scarier than he did happy. She made her way as quickly as possible to the tent entrance, looking about for a place for her and St. George to sit and watch the performance.
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