Sylaerin the Dreamer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157 
Age: Ageless and eternal.
Physical Description: The ethereal woman known only as Sylaerin is of average height, at an even 5'4", but that is the only thing average about her. She has a delicately formed bone structure that lends itself to a slender build, combined with lean curves that give her an appearance just shy of willowy. She has the gracefully pointed ears of an Elf, and her skin has the faintest purplish glitter to it that is most noticeable in the moonlight. Her hair is long, falling to her ankles when left loose, and is shifting shades of iridescent violet. Her eyes, which are normally a pale shade of lilac, occasionally glow a vivid and alluring electric blue. She has violet markings around her eyes and at various spots across her body that give her an exotic appeal.
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Clothes and Equipment: What she wears tends to change at random, apparently with no more than a conscious thought, but her garb tends toward dresses comprised of filmy material in shades of purple and blue with silver accents, that often bares her shoulders and portions of her black, and displays her cleavage to a small degree. She carries no weaponry or any items aside from her jewelry, which appears to either be enchanted or help her channel her own magics. These consist of a pair of silver crescent moon-shaped earrings, a circlet of woven silver that curves around the back of her head and onto her brow, and a torque of woven silver that rests around her neck. There is also a small silver stud piercing in her right nostril, although that appears to be wholly cosmetic.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 21, 2016 12:18:38 GMT -8
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Post by Sylaerin the Dreamer on Apr 22, 2016 20:07:52 GMT -8
By the time Crow arrived, Sylaerin had stepped down into the water and was leaning over, marveling at the shiny bits of metal that littered the bottom of the fountain. When she noticed him approaching in her peripheral vision, however - hard to miss him, what with that bright blaze of alabaster atop his head that he called hair - she straightened and turned to face him with a bright, happy smile. Raising her hand over her head, she waved exuberantly to the man. "Hello again, Crow! Did you come to the city to listen to the sound, too? It's very strong here, like sweet music! ..I think." She paused, pondered, then nodded. "Yes. Music. That's the right word."
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Crow & The Fisher King
Dedicated
The end is the beginning.
Roleplay posts: 216 
Age: Old, and Older.
Physical Description: Crow stands at 5'11, with a slim build. His skin his deathly pale, and his hair is a silver white, mostly from lack of sun. His eyes are a glinting silver, and gleam with a thoughtful intelligence. He has delicate cheek bones, a narrow jaw, and thin lips. Overall his face is too delicate too be considered handsome, but he is rather pretty.
Image: http://i.imgur.com/iT9ESTb.png
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Clothes and Equipment: Crow's equipment is his partner The Fisher King. When in use The King takes the form of a long cloak, covered in black feathers, a large dark steel mask, with a pronounced beak, and a cane made of gnarled ebony. When not in use The Fisher King appears as a raven headed cane.
Image in use form: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSzzldPLkXw/Uu-aUxsysoI/AAAAAAAAHb4/b0yUCg9OTTY/s1600/king_of_crows_speedpainting.jpg
Image in cane form: https://img1.etsystatic.com/027/1/6287105/il_fullxfull.587351685_o0m3.jpg
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Post by Crow & The Fisher King on Apr 22, 2016 22:15:09 GMT -8
Crow blinks at her. Had she forgotten that he couldn't hear the sound she heard. To him the city was just an ebb and flow of souls. He could feel each and every one as they called out to him. He knew when many would shirk this mortal coil and that sense weighed on him. Standing in the middle of the city he heard no music. He just sensed death. Not as the morbid thing mortals saw it as, but for what it really was. The next step in an endless cycle.
"I am still unable to hear the sound, so no not here to listen. In general terms I am in Isra because it is my home. I am in this part of Isra specifically because you are here. I thought I should come after you when you left. You seem to be rather new to this plane. I thought it would be polite to offer you my assistance while you adjust." |
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Sylaerin the Dreamer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: Ageless and eternal.
Physical Description: The ethereal woman known only as Sylaerin is of average height, at an even 5'4", but that is the only thing average about her. She has a delicately formed bone structure that lends itself to a slender build, combined with lean curves that give her an appearance just shy of willowy. She has the gracefully pointed ears of an Elf, and her skin has the faintest purplish glitter to it that is most noticeable in the moonlight. Her hair is long, falling to her ankles when left loose, and is shifting shades of iridescent violet. Her eyes, which are normally a pale shade of lilac, occasionally glow a vivid and alluring electric blue. She has violet markings around her eyes and at various spots across her body that give her an exotic appeal.
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Clothes and Equipment: What she wears tends to change at random, apparently with no more than a conscious thought, but her garb tends toward dresses comprised of filmy material in shades of purple and blue with silver accents, that often bares her shoulders and portions of her black, and displays her cleavage to a small degree. She carries no weaponry or any items aside from her jewelry, which appears to either be enchanted or help her channel her own magics. These consist of a pair of silver crescent moon-shaped earrings, a circlet of woven silver that curves around the back of her head and onto her brow, and a torque of woven silver that rests around her neck. There is also a small silver stud piercing in her right nostril, although that appears to be wholly cosmetic.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 21, 2016 12:18:38 GMT -8
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Post by Sylaerin the Dreamer on Apr 22, 2016 23:20:43 GMT -8
He couldn't hear the music? That brought a slightly sad look to Sylaerin's face, as though she felt bad for Crow, that he couldn't hear what she heard. But as he explained why he was there, her expression instead became a rather puzzled one, and she moved to the edge of the fountain, stepping up onto the rim again. Once more, despite her skirts having been immersed knee-deep in water, the fabric didn't appear at all wet. Was it even real at all? As she stepped down off the fountain's rim and onto the street in front of Crow, she propped her left hand on her hip and raised her right, putting tip of index finger to her lower lip in a thoughtful manner.
"Am I new to this plane? I'm not certain. But if that's the case, it would probably be good for someone to help me. I wouldn't want to go causing any trouble. I don't think. Trouble is generally bad, and I would like to avoid it, if possible." After this discussion with herself, she let her hand fall, and beamed up at Crow, bouncing lightly upon her toes in an excited manner. "Very well, then, I accept! Oh, this is going to be such fun! ..At least, I hope so. I do so like fun. That much I know." She nodded, looking serious for the first time. At least she knew what she liked?
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Crow & The Fisher King
Dedicated
The end is the beginning.
Roleplay posts: 216
Age: Old, and Older.
Physical Description: Crow stands at 5'11, with a slim build. His skin his deathly pale, and his hair is a silver white, mostly from lack of sun. His eyes are a glinting silver, and gleam with a thoughtful intelligence. He has delicate cheek bones, a narrow jaw, and thin lips. Overall his face is too delicate too be considered handsome, but he is rather pretty.
Image: http://i.imgur.com/iT9ESTb.png
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Clothes and Equipment: Crow's equipment is his partner The Fisher King. When in use The King takes the form of a long cloak, covered in black feathers, a large dark steel mask, with a pronounced beak, and a cane made of gnarled ebony. When not in use The Fisher King appears as a raven headed cane.
Image in use form: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSzzldPLkXw/Uu-aUxsysoI/AAAAAAAAHb4/b0yUCg9OTTY/s1600/king_of_crows_speedpainting.jpg
Image in cane form: https://img1.etsystatic.com/027/1/6287105/il_fullxfull.587351685_o0m3.jpg
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Post by Crow & The Fisher King on Apr 23, 2016 13:10:26 GMT -8
Well that was that then. Crow would assist Sylaerin as she adjusted to this plane. He wasn't quite sure what that would entail. It would help if he knew why she was here. He doesn't ask though he has the distinct impression he knew what the answer would be. Confused pondering. That left next steps rather open though. He supposed he could just follow her about and answer any questions she had. That or he could show her around the city. Given how... whimsical she was he decided on the former. It seemed like trying to lead her would be an exercise in frustration. One that would end with him having to repeatedly find her when she wondered off.
"I hope it will be fun as well. Is there anywhere in particular you would like to go? Or do you just wish to wander around, seeing whatever takes your fancy." |
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Sylaerin the Dreamer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: Ageless and eternal.
Physical Description: The ethereal woman known only as Sylaerin is of average height, at an even 5'4", but that is the only thing average about her. She has a delicately formed bone structure that lends itself to a slender build, combined with lean curves that give her an appearance just shy of willowy. She has the gracefully pointed ears of an Elf, and her skin has the faintest purplish glitter to it that is most noticeable in the moonlight. Her hair is long, falling to her ankles when left loose, and is shifting shades of iridescent violet. Her eyes, which are normally a pale shade of lilac, occasionally glow a vivid and alluring electric blue. She has violet markings around her eyes and at various spots across her body that give her an exotic appeal.
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Clothes and Equipment: What she wears tends to change at random, apparently with no more than a conscious thought, but her garb tends toward dresses comprised of filmy material in shades of purple and blue with silver accents, that often bares her shoulders and portions of her black, and displays her cleavage to a small degree. She carries no weaponry or any items aside from her jewelry, which appears to either be enchanted or help her channel her own magics. These consist of a pair of silver crescent moon-shaped earrings, a circlet of woven silver that curves around the back of her head and onto her brow, and a torque of woven silver that rests around her neck. There is also a small silver stud piercing in her right nostril, although that appears to be wholly cosmetic.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 21, 2016 12:18:38 GMT -8
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Post by Sylaerin the Dreamer on Apr 23, 2016 14:49:49 GMT -8
Sylaerin blinked up at him when Crow asked if there was anywhere that she would especially like to go. Her head tilted in puzzlement, and she furrowed her brow thoughtfully. "I don't know. Is there somewhere I should want to go? I don't think I've ever been in a city before." Saying those words triggered something, and her eyes rounded, filling with that blue hue. Memory swamped her thoughts and painted a picture in the air around her. Isra's quaint but plain streets were replaced by towering crystal spires and elegant buildings of blue stone that had been carved with such detail, they appeared to be ocean waves frozen in motion. Tall, stately people in a rainbow of silken robes, who spoke in a sweet, sing-song manner moved through the streets, going about their lives.
Then just as quickly as it had begun, the image faded, just as the blue glow did so from her eyes. Blinking rapidly in an attempt to clear her muddled mind, Sylaerin looked up at Crow, clearly confused. "No.. I've been in a city before.. just not this one." She sounded as though she weren't even entirely sure of that, but she had the feeling the statement was correct. Shaking aside her bewilderment, she was soon beaming up at the white-haired man again. "Oh well! Let's just roam and see if anything catches our eye, yes?" With that, she picked a random street and began to wander, humming a catchy tune.
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Crow & The Fisher King
Dedicated
The end is the beginning.
Roleplay posts: 216
Age: Old, and Older.
Physical Description: Crow stands at 5'11, with a slim build. His skin his deathly pale, and his hair is a silver white, mostly from lack of sun. His eyes are a glinting silver, and gleam with a thoughtful intelligence. He has delicate cheek bones, a narrow jaw, and thin lips. Overall his face is too delicate too be considered handsome, but he is rather pretty.
Image: http://i.imgur.com/iT9ESTb.png
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Clothes and Equipment: Crow's equipment is his partner The Fisher King. When in use The King takes the form of a long cloak, covered in black feathers, a large dark steel mask, with a pronounced beak, and a cane made of gnarled ebony. When not in use The Fisher King appears as a raven headed cane.
Image in use form: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSzzldPLkXw/Uu-aUxsysoI/AAAAAAAAHb4/b0yUCg9OTTY/s1600/king_of_crows_speedpainting.jpg
Image in cane form: https://img1.etsystatic.com/027/1/6287105/il_fullxfull.587351685_o0m3.jpg
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Post by Crow & The Fisher King on Apr 23, 2016 16:15:09 GMT -8
The image Syl overlays onto Isra is fascinating. It is an utterly alien landscape complete with inhabitants. Most in the street seem rather putout by the display. Crow is absolutely enthralled though. He has many powers but traversing the planes is not one of them. The land Syl had shown was clearly from elsewhere, most likely the dreaming. To get a glimpse of it was a treat. He nods his head when she picks a random street and follows her. His cane taps along the ground and he can't help but grin. As odd as she was Sylaerin's enthusiasm and cheer were infectious.
There are many market stalls and stores on Isra's busy streets. Glass makers selling trinkets, food vendors offering various meals, candy makers offering sweet treats, florists, candle makers, and bakers. All are out and about hawking there wears. In the free city Crow's appearance was a tad eccentric and he was pretty enough to draw some eyes. Sylaerin attracted more attention, with her odd skin coloring and bubbly demeanor. So it was that many tried to flag them down. Hoping that by getting the odd looking couple to stop they would attract more business. |
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Sylaerin the Dreamer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: Ageless and eternal.
Physical Description: The ethereal woman known only as Sylaerin is of average height, at an even 5'4", but that is the only thing average about her. She has a delicately formed bone structure that lends itself to a slender build, combined with lean curves that give her an appearance just shy of willowy. She has the gracefully pointed ears of an Elf, and her skin has the faintest purplish glitter to it that is most noticeable in the moonlight. Her hair is long, falling to her ankles when left loose, and is shifting shades of iridescent violet. Her eyes, which are normally a pale shade of lilac, occasionally glow a vivid and alluring electric blue. She has violet markings around her eyes and at various spots across her body that give her an exotic appeal.
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Clothes and Equipment: What she wears tends to change at random, apparently with no more than a conscious thought, but her garb tends toward dresses comprised of filmy material in shades of purple and blue with silver accents, that often bares her shoulders and portions of her black, and displays her cleavage to a small degree. She carries no weaponry or any items aside from her jewelry, which appears to either be enchanted or help her channel her own magics. These consist of a pair of silver crescent moon-shaped earrings, a circlet of woven silver that curves around the back of her head and onto her brow, and a torque of woven silver that rests around her neck. There is also a small silver stud piercing in her right nostril, although that appears to be wholly cosmetic.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 21, 2016 12:18:38 GMT -8
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Post by Sylaerin the Dreamer on Apr 23, 2016 16:41:48 GMT -8
Sylaerin had apparently seemed totally unaware of what she'd done. Casting such an in-depth illusion was easy for her.. except she didn't realize, consciously, that she could do it. As they wandered, what seemed to intrigue her most was shiny things, and flowers. Every time they passed a cat - which was frequently, they seemed to be all over the place - she would stop and crouch down to pet it. Even the most skittish and feral of them seemed happy to come up to the woman, who would coo and make a fuss over them for a time, then move on. But they began to follow her, many keeping to the edges of the streets, although some loitered directly in her vicinity, twining around her ankles and purring.
"This is all so nice! Who knew there would be so many pretty things inside a city?" She paused at a flower vendor's stall and leaned in to sniff delicately at a particularly fragrant blossom, then turned and looked at Crow with a smile so bright and happy, it seemed to light up the whole area. She was so easily pleased by such small things, and it was indeed infectious, causing many unsmiling people in the area to start chuckling and talking amongst themselves with quiet joy.
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Crow & The Fisher King
Dedicated
The end is the beginning.
Roleplay posts: 216
Age: Old, and Older.
Physical Description: Crow stands at 5'11, with a slim build. His skin his deathly pale, and his hair is a silver white, mostly from lack of sun. His eyes are a glinting silver, and gleam with a thoughtful intelligence. He has delicate cheek bones, a narrow jaw, and thin lips. Overall his face is too delicate too be considered handsome, but he is rather pretty.
Image: http://i.imgur.com/iT9ESTb.png
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Clothes and Equipment: Crow's equipment is his partner The Fisher King. When in use The King takes the form of a long cloak, covered in black feathers, a large dark steel mask, with a pronounced beak, and a cane made of gnarled ebony. When not in use The Fisher King appears as a raven headed cane.
Image in use form: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSzzldPLkXw/Uu-aUxsysoI/AAAAAAAAHb4/b0yUCg9OTTY/s1600/king_of_crows_speedpainting.jpg
Image in cane form: https://img1.etsystatic.com/027/1/6287105/il_fullxfull.587351685_o0m3.jpg
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 20:21:14 GMT -8
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Post by Crow & The Fisher King on Apr 23, 2016 17:58:07 GMT -8
Cats. Why did it have to be cats? Crow didn't hate cats exactly, but he wasn't fond of them. They had a nasty habit of trying to catch his crows. They hadn't managed to kill any yet, but it was jarring whenever one of his birds was forced to flee. Still watching Sylaerin interact with the cats was rather... cute.
Sylaerin seemed enamored of pretty things. Stopping at every stand with something shiny or pretty on display. Flowers especially seemed to attract her attention. The one she just sniffed was a vibrant blue lily that matched her skin tone perfectly. On a whim he passed the vendor a coin and took the flower. Looking at her he says hesitantly.
"If I may?"
Assuming she ascents he would place the lily in her hair. It is quite fetching there. |
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Sylaerin the Dreamer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: Ageless and eternal.
Physical Description: The ethereal woman known only as Sylaerin is of average height, at an even 5'4", but that is the only thing average about her. She has a delicately formed bone structure that lends itself to a slender build, combined with lean curves that give her an appearance just shy of willowy. She has the gracefully pointed ears of an Elf, and her skin has the faintest purplish glitter to it that is most noticeable in the moonlight. Her hair is long, falling to her ankles when left loose, and is shifting shades of iridescent violet. Her eyes, which are normally a pale shade of lilac, occasionally glow a vivid and alluring electric blue. She has violet markings around her eyes and at various spots across her body that give her an exotic appeal.
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Clothes and Equipment: What she wears tends to change at random, apparently with no more than a conscious thought, but her garb tends toward dresses comprised of filmy material in shades of purple and blue with silver accents, that often bares her shoulders and portions of her black, and displays her cleavage to a small degree. She carries no weaponry or any items aside from her jewelry, which appears to either be enchanted or help her channel her own magics. These consist of a pair of silver crescent moon-shaped earrings, a circlet of woven silver that curves around the back of her head and onto her brow, and a torque of woven silver that rests around her neck. There is also a small silver stud piercing in her right nostril, although that appears to be wholly cosmetic.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 21, 2016 12:18:38 GMT -8
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Post by Sylaerin the Dreamer on Apr 23, 2016 18:13:47 GMT -8
Those violet eyes rounded slightly in intrigued confusion as Crow plucked the very blossom from beneath her nose and then looked at her expectantly. Sylaerin was very confused, at first, until he spoke. "You may?" It was less a granting of permission and more a question of, what was he asking permission to do? Apparently he took it as such, though, because the next thing she knew, there was a beautiful blue lily nestled among the violet locks of her hair. A mere thought caused the loose ankle-length strands to twist and twine, some of them weaving into an intricate plait, while others formed a nest of elegant loops and whorls just around where the lily rested behind her right ear.
Turning to a nearby vendor who was selling mirrors, she admired the blossom and its placement upon her person with a look of wonder. Then she turned back to Crow, her eyes alight and shining with happiness. Such a simple thing filled her with such joy, and it spread through the crowd slowly, making things seem brighter and generally more happy for a fair distance around them. Moving closer to Crow, Sylaerin reached out and took his hand in a perfectly friendly gesture, made all the more so by the innocent sparkle to her gaze. "Thank you very much. It's the loveliest thing anyone has ever given me. At least, in so far as I remember. Regardless, it's wonderful. You're very kind, Crow."
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Crow & The Fisher King
Dedicated
The end is the beginning.
Roleplay posts: 216
Age: Old, and Older.
Physical Description: Crow stands at 5'11, with a slim build. His skin his deathly pale, and his hair is a silver white, mostly from lack of sun. His eyes are a glinting silver, and gleam with a thoughtful intelligence. He has delicate cheek bones, a narrow jaw, and thin lips. Overall his face is too delicate too be considered handsome, but he is rather pretty.
Image: http://i.imgur.com/iT9ESTb.png
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Clothes and Equipment: Crow's equipment is his partner The Fisher King. When in use The King takes the form of a long cloak, covered in black feathers, a large dark steel mask, with a pronounced beak, and a cane made of gnarled ebony. When not in use The Fisher King appears as a raven headed cane.
Image in use form: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSzzldPLkXw/Uu-aUxsysoI/AAAAAAAAHb4/b0yUCg9OTTY/s1600/king_of_crows_speedpainting.jpg
Image in cane form: https://img1.etsystatic.com/027/1/6287105/il_fullxfull.587351685_o0m3.jpg
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 20:21:14 GMT -8
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Post by Crow & The Fisher King on Apr 23, 2016 20:16:26 GMT -8
Crow stared down at her hand in his, this was... unexpected. People tended not to want to touch him. It was a subconscious thing he suppressed it, but death clung to him. He was the son of a Ferryman and people did not like to be reminded of that trip. After a moment he withdraws his hand from hers. He brings his fist to his mouth and coughs uncomfortably.
"You are very welcome. Though I imagine you don't remember any other gifts. I suppose that means I had a low bar to exceed." |
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Sylaerin the Dreamer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: Ageless and eternal.
Physical Description: The ethereal woman known only as Sylaerin is of average height, at an even 5'4", but that is the only thing average about her. She has a delicately formed bone structure that lends itself to a slender build, combined with lean curves that give her an appearance just shy of willowy. She has the gracefully pointed ears of an Elf, and her skin has the faintest purplish glitter to it that is most noticeable in the moonlight. Her hair is long, falling to her ankles when left loose, and is shifting shades of iridescent violet. Her eyes, which are normally a pale shade of lilac, occasionally glow a vivid and alluring electric blue. She has violet markings around her eyes and at various spots across her body that give her an exotic appeal.
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Clothes and Equipment: What she wears tends to change at random, apparently with no more than a conscious thought, but her garb tends toward dresses comprised of filmy material in shades of purple and blue with silver accents, that often bares her shoulders and portions of her black, and displays her cleavage to a small degree. She carries no weaponry or any items aside from her jewelry, which appears to either be enchanted or help her channel her own magics. These consist of a pair of silver crescent moon-shaped earrings, a circlet of woven silver that curves around the back of her head and onto her brow, and a torque of woven silver that rests around her neck. There is also a small silver stud piercing in her right nostril, although that appears to be wholly cosmetic.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 21, 2016 12:18:38 GMT -8
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Post by Sylaerin the Dreamer on Apr 23, 2016 20:31:07 GMT -8
Not realizing that such contact might be awkward for him, Sylaerin nonetheless made no attempt to stop him as Crow withdrew his hand, and instead settled for pulling the length of that plait over her shoulder, idly playing with it as she grinned. "No, I don't remember other gifts. But that just makes this one all the nicer, because it's a wonderful thing to be one of the first things I'll remember from here on out."
A sudden scent caught her attention, and as she turned her head to sniff curiously in the general direction of its source, her stomach grumbled. She blinked, and looked down at her own body in a bewildered, slightly alarmed manner. Then it seemed to register what had just happened, and she tilted her head. "I appear to be.. hungry? That's new. I don't recall ever being hungry before."
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Crow & The Fisher King
Dedicated
The end is the beginning.
Roleplay posts: 216
Age: Old, and Older.
Physical Description: Crow stands at 5'11, with a slim build. His skin his deathly pale, and his hair is a silver white, mostly from lack of sun. His eyes are a glinting silver, and gleam with a thoughtful intelligence. He has delicate cheek bones, a narrow jaw, and thin lips. Overall his face is too delicate too be considered handsome, but he is rather pretty.
Image: http://i.imgur.com/iT9ESTb.png
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Clothes and Equipment: Crow's equipment is his partner The Fisher King. When in use The King takes the form of a long cloak, covered in black feathers, a large dark steel mask, with a pronounced beak, and a cane made of gnarled ebony. When not in use The Fisher King appears as a raven headed cane.
Image in use form: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSzzldPLkXw/Uu-aUxsysoI/AAAAAAAAHb4/b0yUCg9OTTY/s1600/king_of_crows_speedpainting.jpg
Image in cane form: https://img1.etsystatic.com/027/1/6287105/il_fullxfull.587351685_o0m3.jpg
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Post by Crow & The Fisher King on Apr 23, 2016 21:04:45 GMT -8
Crow's mouth quirks upward. Sylaerin's smile had growled and her reaction was rather... adorable. Hrm cute, adorable, whimsical, and bubbly. All words that described her, yet words he never thought he would find himself thinking. Odd that she was inspiring him to use them. Or perhaps not she was a creature of The Dreamin after all. Making people do unexpected things was something he should expect from her. Huh that was an odd thought to quantify. She was hungry so he supposed he should see her fed. He very much doubted she had coin so it would have to be his treat.
"Well then let us rectify your hunger. There are a few restaurants in town that should serve. Since it will apparently be your first meal we should make it memorable. Let us go to the Midnight Eclipse I have heard good things."
Assuming Sylaerin has no objections, Crow would lead the way to the restaurant. |
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Sylaerin the Dreamer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: Ageless and eternal.
Physical Description: The ethereal woman known only as Sylaerin is of average height, at an even 5'4", but that is the only thing average about her. She has a delicately formed bone structure that lends itself to a slender build, combined with lean curves that give her an appearance just shy of willowy. She has the gracefully pointed ears of an Elf, and her skin has the faintest purplish glitter to it that is most noticeable in the moonlight. Her hair is long, falling to her ankles when left loose, and is shifting shades of iridescent violet. Her eyes, which are normally a pale shade of lilac, occasionally glow a vivid and alluring electric blue. She has violet markings around her eyes and at various spots across her body that give her an exotic appeal.
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Clothes and Equipment: What she wears tends to change at random, apparently with no more than a conscious thought, but her garb tends toward dresses comprised of filmy material in shades of purple and blue with silver accents, that often bares her shoulders and portions of her black, and displays her cleavage to a small degree. She carries no weaponry or any items aside from her jewelry, which appears to either be enchanted or help her channel her own magics. These consist of a pair of silver crescent moon-shaped earrings, a circlet of woven silver that curves around the back of her head and onto her brow, and a torque of woven silver that rests around her neck. There is also a small silver stud piercing in her right nostril, although that appears to be wholly cosmetic.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 21, 2016 12:18:38 GMT -8
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Post by Sylaerin the Dreamer on Apr 23, 2016 21:59:18 GMT -8
It was true, Sylaerin couldn't remember any prior meals. That probably should've struck her as odd, but instead, she simply let it slide out of her mind. Why shouldn't she, when she had more enjoyable things to focus on, such as the impending encounter with food, and Crow's company? "Very well!" Moving along with the tall stately man at her side, Sylaerin hummed a merry tune as she moved through the streets, as carefree and joyous as a child at play. Cats continued to trail after them, though many began to wander away to their various pursuits.
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Registered: Nov 23, 2024 17:29:15 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2016 17:42:09 GMT -8
He kept on walking, boots trudging along on the paved streets. He felt weariness claw at his eyelids once more, much like the journey to this city had left him - but this time... how long had he been wandering? He scarcely recalled the sun setting beyond the horizon, and now it was peeking up from the opposite side of this world. Had be been stumbling along all night?
Despite the exhaustion that was weighing down on his shoulders, his mind was still a disaster - the remains of a coastal village after a sea-wrought storm. He was still sifting through the pieces, trying to put something together from the wreckage. But emotion was something he couldn't shake, and right now he was being ripped apart by overwhelming grief and guilt.
The biggest guilt was for his feelings towards Takhana Veil . It wasn't fair for him to do that to her... it wasn't fair to her nor was it fair to Mivian. Yet, he was dying with neither around, and it killed him to feel for one as he felt for the other. He just... couldn't understand it. For now, he kept stumbling in the darkness before the dawn, turning into the smaller, winding alleys of the city - bouncing off the wall to keep him balanced and walking. If he stopped walking, he was likely to drop.
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Takhana Veil
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 312
Age: 68
Physical Description: Takhana is an undeniably memorable figure. At a full 6' in height, she is graceful and willowy, with a woman's full figure. She has skin that is a dark greyish color, lightly tinted with silver that very nearly sparkles when the light hits it at certain angles. She has the beautifully formed, delicate features, pointed ears, and inherently graceful movements that identify her as one of the Elven folk.Her hair is long, naturally falling to her hips in straight lengths, and is a shining white threaded with silver, although she normally wears it pinned up elaborately with a set of wooden hair sticks that bear jingling silver charms. She has no eyes, and instead wears a blindfold of soft black leather that criss-crosses her empty eye sockets, for the benefit of the others. Tattooed upon her brow and her back are two strange crests, their origin mysterious.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, she wears an elaborate dress of black leather that both reveals her body and conceals it, adorned with straps and seemingly random silver buckles. This is paired with a set of leather-and-metal boots with pointed toes that come to her knees, enhancing the shape of her mostly-visible legs. Aside from her blindfold and ornamental hair sticks, she has a number of accessories that she habitually wears, such as a large pair of silver hoop earrings and numerous silver rings on each hand - one of which, a silvery band set with a violet stone, she wears on her right hand's index finger: This is her official communications accessory for The Midnight Sun, her employer. The enchanted gem is socketed so that it touches her skin at all times, thus allowing her constant access to the telepathic communications network shared by all employees of TMS, simply by virtue of being in uninterrupted physical contact. She uses no weapons, being a peaceable individual.. not to mention the whole blindness thing. She also has a white-and-black, stocky mare named Irabelle, and a fluffy long-haired cat named Jean-Claude.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 12, 2016 21:50:28 GMT -8
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Post by Takhana Veil on May 1, 2016 17:31:16 GMT -8
It was stupid of her. Takhana knew that, but she couldn't stop herself. Her usual daily scrying sweep of the city had found her spotting Zaor as he stumbled along, distracted and weary. Seeing him was painfully easy; his energy stood out to her Sight like a blazing flame surrounded by fireflies. She should've just moved on, but she couldn't. She watched him, her heart aching with every stumbling step he took, twisting painfully every time he rebounded off a wall. The subconscious desire to reach out and touch him resulted in her thoughts doing as her body couldn't, safely tucked within her office at The Midnight Sun, her whisper-soft voice emanating from the scepter in his hand.
"I.. I'm sor..." The words trailed off abruptly as she realized what she was doing and forced herself to stop. Wrenching her focus away from him with a purely mental cry of sorrow, she forced herself to focus on her other tasks. She had teams in the field that needed her. She couldn't forsake them just because she was having personal problems.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 23, 2024 17:29:15 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2016 22:12:40 GMT -8
He stopped stumbling suddenly, bringing himself to lean against a nearby building for support. Right there, whispering faintly in his ear - he swore he heard her. His head would incline to lift his eyes and stare at the orb set in his scepter. The glow had been faint and was going out, but it was there. Had she spied upon him...?
Zaor relied on this structure against his shoulder to hold him up as he gripped the staff in both hands, resting his forehead just below the stand that held the crystal globe. From there, he had to focus. In his weariness from the night-long wandering and lack of food, he was extremely shaky and his focus was all over the place. But he had to try, trying to push his aura out in an attempt to find the trace of where Takhana Veil had been. He had to try and establish a connection, even just a minuscule one... he had to tell her he was sorry, and that this wasn't her fault... it really wasn't her fault. But staying upright and conscious was becoming a painful struggle. He could already feel his body starting to slump as a result.
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Takhana Veil
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 312
Age: 68
Physical Description: Takhana is an undeniably memorable figure. At a full 6' in height, she is graceful and willowy, with a woman's full figure. She has skin that is a dark greyish color, lightly tinted with silver that very nearly sparkles when the light hits it at certain angles. She has the beautifully formed, delicate features, pointed ears, and inherently graceful movements that identify her as one of the Elven folk.Her hair is long, naturally falling to her hips in straight lengths, and is a shining white threaded with silver, although she normally wears it pinned up elaborately with a set of wooden hair sticks that bear jingling silver charms. She has no eyes, and instead wears a blindfold of soft black leather that criss-crosses her empty eye sockets, for the benefit of the others. Tattooed upon her brow and her back are two strange crests, their origin mysterious.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, she wears an elaborate dress of black leather that both reveals her body and conceals it, adorned with straps and seemingly random silver buckles. This is paired with a set of leather-and-metal boots with pointed toes that come to her knees, enhancing the shape of her mostly-visible legs. Aside from her blindfold and ornamental hair sticks, she has a number of accessories that she habitually wears, such as a large pair of silver hoop earrings and numerous silver rings on each hand - one of which, a silvery band set with a violet stone, she wears on her right hand's index finger: This is her official communications accessory for The Midnight Sun, her employer. The enchanted gem is socketed so that it touches her skin at all times, thus allowing her constant access to the telepathic communications network shared by all employees of TMS, simply by virtue of being in uninterrupted physical contact. She uses no weapons, being a peaceable individual.. not to mention the whole blindness thing. She also has a white-and-black, stocky mare named Irabelle, and a fluffy long-haired cat named Jean-Claude.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 12, 2016 21:50:28 GMT -8
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Post by Takhana Veil on May 1, 2016 22:24:41 GMT -8
The immediate reaction to his scrying zeroing in upon her was surprise, easily felt across the connection, swiftly followed by panic. Takhana's voice hastened to explain what had happened, not wanting Zaor to think she'd been watching him, following him from afar. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I wasn't trying to keep an eye on you, I was scrying the city and I happened to see you I just.. I just wanted to make sure.. that you were unharmed.. I would never forgive myself if something happened to you..." She hesitated. She could feel how weary he was.
"..If you turn right at the next street and go down a few blocks, you'll find an inn called The Midnight Sun. You can get food and a room there. Tell them you know me, and it will be taken care of." She closed the connection, then, with a large pang of heartache that she couldn't manage to suppress. He couldn't stay with her. She could see that now. Her longing for him would only hurt him, and she wouldn't let that happen.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 23, 2024 17:29:15 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2016 22:48:52 GMT -8
Hearing her voice echoing in his mind shook him greatly with a mix of feeling. Guilt. Relief. Joy. Longing. It was a mess of emotion. He felt his knees try to give when she severed the connection and strained to hold himself upright via his shoulder still pressed to the wall and the staff in his hands.
Just a few blocks... and she would have him taken care of there. The idea deepened the cut in his soul - it as becoming even more evident he was hurting her, despite how she wanted to help him. He was hurting her... he was hurting her greatly. He owed her so much and continued to for every moment that he pained her... this was a destructive cycle. He had to fix it, and make a break somewhere. Something pushed him into moving off that wall, and he began to wobble his way down the street to the corner, and continue on. The Midnight Sun. He had to get there before he dropped dead in the road.
<Exit to The Midnight Sun>
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Sylaerin the Dreamer
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: Ageless and eternal.
Physical Description: The ethereal woman known only as Sylaerin is of average height, at an even 5'4", but that is the only thing average about her. She has a delicately formed bone structure that lends itself to a slender build, combined with lean curves that give her an appearance just shy of willowy. She has the gracefully pointed ears of an Elf, and her skin has the faintest purplish glitter to it that is most noticeable in the moonlight. Her hair is long, falling to her ankles when left loose, and is shifting shades of iridescent violet. Her eyes, which are normally a pale shade of lilac, occasionally glow a vivid and alluring electric blue. She has violet markings around her eyes and at various spots across her body that give her an exotic appeal.
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Clothes and Equipment: What she wears tends to change at random, apparently with no more than a conscious thought, but her garb tends toward dresses comprised of filmy material in shades of purple and blue with silver accents, that often bares her shoulders and portions of her black, and displays her cleavage to a small degree. She carries no weaponry or any items aside from her jewelry, which appears to either be enchanted or help her channel her own magics. These consist of a pair of silver crescent moon-shaped earrings, a circlet of woven silver that curves around the back of her head and onto her brow, and a torque of woven silver that rests around her neck. There is also a small silver stud piercing in her right nostril, although that appears to be wholly cosmetic.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 21, 2016 12:18:38 GMT -8
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Post by Sylaerin the Dreamer on May 2, 2016 21:11:27 GMT -8
Having been left by Crow - with a kiss, no less, which made the petite woman beam with delight - Sylaerin found herself standing in the streets of Isra once more. This time, she wasn't with Crow, however. She was clutching his cane, which held the personality of his friend, the Fisher King. Sylaerin eyed this object warily even as she began to walk, heading nowhere in particular. Then she decided she might as well have a chat with the living nightmare while she was roaming. So you have no idea who or what I might be? Or do you have a suspicion but you're not telling Crow for some reason? She still wasn't entirely sure she trusted the nightmare, after all. Something inside her balked at his very existence, even while accepting that he was a necessity.
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Crow & The Fisher King
Dedicated
The end is the beginning.
Roleplay posts: 216
Age: Old, and Older.
Physical Description: Crow stands at 5'11, with a slim build. His skin his deathly pale, and his hair is a silver white, mostly from lack of sun. His eyes are a glinting silver, and gleam with a thoughtful intelligence. He has delicate cheek bones, a narrow jaw, and thin lips. Overall his face is too delicate too be considered handsome, but he is rather pretty.
Image: http://i.imgur.com/iT9ESTb.png
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Clothes and Equipment: Crow's equipment is his partner The Fisher King. When in use The King takes the form of a long cloak, covered in black feathers, a large dark steel mask, with a pronounced beak, and a cane made of gnarled ebony. When not in use The Fisher King appears as a raven headed cane.
Image in use form: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSzzldPLkXw/Uu-aUxsysoI/AAAAAAAAHb4/b0yUCg9OTTY/s1600/king_of_crows_speedpainting.jpg
Image in cane form: https://img1.etsystatic.com/027/1/6287105/il_fullxfull.587351685_o0m3.jpg
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 20:21:14 GMT -8
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Post by Crow & The Fisher King on May 2, 2016 21:26:47 GMT -8
The voice of The Fisher King sounds in her head. It's tone is studiedly neutral now.
I have an idea. I am old girl and dwelt within The Dreaming for a long time before I got trapped. Process of elimination means I could take a very educated guess as to what you are. I would probably even be right. As you noted though I am not saying, because you were right. If my suspicion is correct you would have to leave if you remembered. That would hurt Crow quite a bit I think and I won't hurt him. You'd better not either if you know what is good for you. Crow is the closest thing I have to family, the closest thing a creature like me can have to family. I won't see him suffer.
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