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 22:35:31 GMT -8
Sylaerin's usually happy expression dimmed into one of abject misery as Fisher spoke in her head. She'd had a feeling that the nightmare knew more than he was letting on, and he only confirmed it. He also put to reality her fear: That if she knew who and what she was, she would have to leave Crow. The very thought twisted her heart painfully. She barely knew the half-angel man, but she'd become very attached to him.. and the wonderful kisses were only a part of it. Fisher would be able to sense the turmoil of her thoughts and emotions as she wandered idly, barely noticing where she was going, until finally she ended up back at the fountain where she'd first appeared in the city. She sat down on the rim and stared at the head of the cane as she tried to form her feelings into words.
I don't want to hurt Crow. And I don't want to leave him. I think I care for him a great deal, though I'm not certain, as I don't remember what these feelings are, or what they could mean. But the thought of seeing him sad and lonely bothers me greatly.. even more than the idea of never seeing him again. If he starts to figure out who or what I am.. you need to keep him from that knowledge. I want to stay with him. That last part was thought firmly, filled with a strong desire to remain on this plane, with the white-haired man who had held her, kissed her, as though she were a precious treasure that he never wanted to let go. She wanted to keep that feeling.. and to show Crow that he meant just as much to her.
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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 3, 2016 8:32:34 GMT -8
Silence reigns for a long time within Sylaerin's head. Finally the voice of The Fisher King sounds. The creature's voice is a bit softer now, less hostile more friendly.
You really mean that don't you? So long as you do I will help you little thing. Unfortunately I do not know how long it will remain a secret. These things come out little thing they always do. |
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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 3, 2016 9:46:12 GMT -8
Syl frowned at Fisher's words in her head, but stood from the fountain's rim and began to wander again. I know. But hopefully by that time, I'll have figured out what I am myself, and will also have discovered a way to stay with him despite that knowledge. I will not leave him unless there's no other choice. With that determination in mind, she asked directions to the nearest magical bookstore from random people on the street until one gave her an answer. Upon receiving it, she went there, and moved inside, where she began to peruse books on dreams, dreaming, mythology, and things of that nature.
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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 May 3, 2016 15:19:14 GMT -8
A few hours pass and the sun is getting ready to set when Crow enters the bookstore. It doesn't take him long to locate Syl, or rather locate Fisher who is with Syl. When he sees her he looks at the books she is studying curiously. Her choices were odd given what she said earlier. She seems to be engrossed in whichever volume she is reading. So engrossed she hadn't noticed the shop keeper glaring at her. There was a pile of coins on the counter though so he knew what happened. The woman had probably told her that it was a bookstore not a library. So Fisher had dumped coins on the counter until she shut up. There were likely some people outside wondering why their purse just got lighter. He comes up and coughs awkwardly staring down at her. The flimsy confidence from this morning was gone, whatever had driven him to dare a case was no longer present.
"Syl. Are you... ready to go home?" |
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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 3, 2016 15:31:09 GMT -8
Syl was so immersed in her reading that she didn't even realize Crow was there until he spoke, and then she jumped. Her eyes widened in surprise as they darted from the contents of the book in her hands - which was one of myths and mythological figures, rather than a focus on dreaming - and up to his face. Immediately, she flushed. Caught in the act! Then a beaming grin appeared, and she tucked the book back onto the shelf near her, completely uncaring as to whether or not it was the one she'd gotten it from, or the correct spot on said shelf.
"Hello, Crow! Yes, I'm quite ready to go back. I had a very interesting day, and Fisher was rather entertaining, and is something wrong?" She suddenly realized that something about him seemed off, and her joy was replaced by immediate concern. The cane which contained Fisher was offered back to him, and her other hand reached out to touch his arm, her worried face peering up at him. It didn't occur to her that this might not be the best place to discuss such things, but then again, social proprieties were something beyond the free-spirited, flighty woman.
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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 May 3, 2016 15:51:39 GMT -8
If I know Crow he is wondering if you regret kissing him. He's probably going to fret about it until you do it again. He is remarkably insecure despite how much he pretends otherwise.
The Fisher Kings voice resounds in Syl's head with a note of good humor. This happens in the instant before Crow takes his friend back. Fisher's assessment was indeed totally accurate, it was fortunate he hadn't heard it or he might have fainted. Despite his growing lack of confidence he does offer Syl his arm as he prepares to walk outside. Just because he was certain she was done with him didn't mean he shouldn't be a gentlemen. Even as he dealt with his natural pessimism he speaks aloud.
"No nothing is the matter. I am glad you had a good day, I hope Fisher didn't do anything too nasty."
You know Crow you can be a real pessimist.
What she spent all day with you I am sure you did nothing, but convince her I am a wretch.
Yes and she didn't believe a word of it.
I don't believe you. She is bright and cheery and beautiful and perfect. Why would she want a gloomy guy like me?
I have no idea. Cause you are right you suck. Still she is totally in to you. |
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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 3, 2016 16:02:28 GMT -8
The response from Fisher filled Syl with surprise, which she didn't try to hide, but soon covered up with a grin. So Crow thought she regretted kissing him, hm? She would have to rectify that misunderstanding immediately! Well, not that exact moment, but once they were safely back in his home, away from prying eyes. Taking his arm, she followed him out of the store and into the streets, her tiny form leaning slightly into his. His presence was familiar and comforting, now, and she was glad to be with him again.
"No, he was actually really quite pleasant. Very blunt and honest, though. It took a little getting used to. But he wasn't at all mean. Well, not to me, anyway. He had some rather not-nice things to say about people we glimpsed on the street, but it was also funny, in a way. I think the term is 'snarky'? I came across that one in a book today, and it fits him rather well." Her happy rambling was paired with her grinning up at him, her violet eyes shining openly with affection and joy to be in his presence. "As fun as it was, I'm happy to be going home. But enough about me, how was your day?"
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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 3, 2016 16:32:12 GMT -8
Crow relaxes a bit when she takes his arm. Relieved she was still willing to hold onto him. He escorts her down the city streets taking the same oddly twisting path he did last time. It isn't long before they once again walk through the trees up to his manor. Here the sun has already dipped below the horizon and the full moon shines. Apparently Crow was a fan of the night just as Syl was.
"I am glade you two got along. My day was productive. I spent some time fishing along the river Styx and sold a few curious enough to keep me in money for a good long time. What would you like for dinner, have you recalled any favorite foods?" |
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Moonflower LÃ idir
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 537
Age: 25
Physical Description: Moonflower is tall and willowy, standing at 5'11"; for all her slimness, she definitely has a woman's figure, with subtle curves that she does her best to hide beneath clothing slightly too large for her. Her hair is white, and falls to her waist, framing a face with a delicate bone structure and fair skin, set with a pair of silver-blue eyes that have a tendency to change intensity of hue to reflect her emotions. She has a few scars scattered all over her body, but the only real visible marks are the scars and callouses on her hands, a product of her work. For all her slight build, she is somewhat strong, likely due to her lupine-shifter nature, and she is flexible, swift, and dexterous.. when she's not dropping things due to being clumsy and awkward.
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Clothes and Equipment: Her usual clothing consists of any mixture of one of her white linen shirts, a vest with two small pockets (one dark blue, one light blue, one light grey); a pair of breeches (one black, one dark grey, one dark blue), and her black knee-high boots. Always around her left wrist is a pewter Dwarven bracelet, and around her right a bear-claw bracelet; on the fourth finger of her left hand, she wears a silver engagement ring with a single oval-shaped moonstone framed by a pair of triquetra. Tools of her trade include whittling knives, and glass- and metal-etching tools.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Jan 20, 2016 23:36:00 GMT -8
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Post by Moonflower LÃ idir on May 7, 2016 21:49:50 GMT -8
After leaving the apothecary's store, Moon stumbled through the streets blindly, her steps leading her.. well she wasn't sure. At least not until she found herself standing in front of Kematian's home. Or what was supposed to be Kematian's home. She looked blankly up at the number above the door. 77 East Alley. This was the right address.. but the windows were boarded up, and so was the door. She hadn't been here in a couple of weeks.. hadn't seen Kematian in more than a week.. but this was his home, why would it be.. and why wouldn't he have let her know he was moving...
The reality of the situation struck her even through the haze of numbness that surrounded her. Kematian had left her. She had lost her pup, his pup, and her mate had abandoned her. Her heart seized painfully, and she staggered back away from the vacant building. Then she whirled around and started to run, tearing through the streets and alleys back toward her shop as fast as her feet could carry her. She needed to go home, and be alone, and.. try to work through this complete emptiness and.. think. She felt nothing. Nothing except her heart cracking and fracturing into endless pieces. Surely that wasn't right. Shouldn't she be sad? Mad? Something?
<Exit to Lone Wolf Creations>
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Ranith & Ryzith Fletcher
Committed
Dragon twin powers, activate!
Roleplay posts: 68
Age: 26
Physical Description: Fraternal twins Ranith (female) and Ryzith (male) are half-dragons, with white hair, Ranith's being hip-length, Ryzith's short-cut. Ranith's eyes are silver, Ryzith's are gold. They both have light-colored skin, and silvery dragon horns protruding from their heads - although Ranith has a set of two, whereas Ryzith only has the one set. They have two different forms, a more normal humanoid one with only horns visible, and one with scales, wings, and tails. Their scales and wings are of varying colors, while Ranith's scales appear similar to diamonds, Ryzith's are like silver crystals. They are both tall, Ranith an even 6' with her brother being 6'7", but where Ranith is curvaceous and lovely, Ryzith is slim and muscular.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Ranith wears a revealing, short, sleeveless white dress, with a grey sleeved coat worn over it and a pair of grey leggings beneath. Ryzith often wears a pair of grey breeches and a grey high-collared coat on top, with no shirt. Both of them despise shoes and refuse to wear them. Ryzith has a large sword made of crystal that he carries with him at all times, worn at his left hip.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Mar 24, 2016 21:31:39 GMT -8
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Post by Ranith & Ryzith Fletcher on May 19, 2016 11:20:13 GMT -8
Ranith and Ryzith had gotten tired of waiting for Yugao to return. Well, okay, it was mostly Ranith getting bored. She never did very well with staying in one place for long. So they'd decided to follow the dragon to this city she'd spoken of, and that found the white-haired pair landing in the streets of Isra. Both looked around with wonder, although Ranith's was open while Ryzith's was guarded. He wasn't comfortable being around this many people, but his excitable twin sister immediately began dashing from stall to store exclaiming over all of the pretty and shiny things. Then something caught her attention, and she gasped, grabbing Ryzith's arm.
"Ryz! Look! Does that say Fletcher's Delectables?"
The male half of the twin pair followed his sister's gaze, and saw the sign. He nodded slowly.
"Yes, Ran, it d-- Wait what are you doing?"
His words were cut off by Ranith suddenly dragging him to, then inside, the store. What in the world was the matter with her?
<Exit to Fletcher's Delectables>
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 23, 2024 20:43:18 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on May 20, 2016 20:50:12 GMT -8
The woman continued winding her way through the streets, somehow carrying her head high despite the fact people stared... and that she towered over many. Her eyes swept about, glancing off the signs and windows of the houses and shops, looking for one in particular. Her steps were careful and quiet, her wings remaining in the wrapped cloak look about her shoulders and trailing slightly in her wake. At least with her imposing figure, she didn't have to worry about forcing through the crowds. They gave her a decent berth... she just had to ignore the fact that most of it was the result of people assuming she was a monster.
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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 23, 2016 20:11:19 GMT -8
A girl stood in a little pawn shop, looking quite nervous as she bartered with the owner over a very unique and lovely crystal necklace shaped like a flower. The girl obviously knew she shouldn't be doing this, but she was probably desperate for the money, for whatever reason.
"Only twenty silver? That doesn't seem fair. It's got to be worth at least a few gold! Something this pretty, and it looks like it's made of diamonds?" Maybe she just didn't know what diamonds looked like. Or she was stupid. One of the two.
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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 May 23, 2016 20:38:46 GMT -8
The shadows of the little shop grow just a little darker. It is not something that could be noticed right away, rather it would just be a growing unease in the back of ones mind. Crow stepped into the shop through one of the shadows. He was to put it mildly upset and his emotional state was affecting his control. The combined fear and death energies he and The Fisher King were rolling off almost completely unrestrained. His cultured voice rolls out on the brink of panic, which just makes it sound more sinister.
"Where did you get that necklace?" |
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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 23, 2016 20:43:28 GMT -8
The burly shop owner fled into a back room, and the girl squeaked and fumbled the necklace, nearly dropping it. Her eyes were as round as dinner plates, and she looked ready to faint, as she secured her grip on the necklace and thrust it toward the tall man with the unnaturally pale hair and face.
"P-please don't hurt me, I didn't steal it! I work with a healer and there was a lady with purple skin there and the healer told her something and she got all glowy and disappeared in a bright flash of light and this was all that was left behind! Please, take it, just don't hurt me!"
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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 23, 2016 20:55:27 GMT -8
"Which healer."
Crow take the necklace, but his piercing silver eyes never stray from the girl. He knows he is scaring her, but he is no fit state to care. His Syl had disappeared and he needed to find her. There was nothing else that mattered. |
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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 23, 2016 21:02:21 GMT -8
"Th-the one over on Fleet Street, between Main Avenue and Willowbark Way!" The girl cringed back from him when he took the necklace, then turned and fled out of the shop. That man was terrifying!
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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 23, 2016 21:52:18 GMT -8
Crow dips a hand into the shadows and some coins clink into the woman's purse. A handful of gold far more than what she had been asking for. With the new information secured he stepped back into the shadows. Moments later he stepped out into the healers house. His aura still exudes from him in waves of nauseating fear. Terror made even worse by the sense of certain death his parentage grants him. When he spots the healer he says quietly and with forced calm.
"There was a woman here to today. Purple hair, purple skin, and she vanished when you told her something. What did you tell her?" |
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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 23, 2016 22:03:48 GMT -8
The old healer looked up calmly from the herbs she was sorting and looked impassively at her new visitor. "Ah, yes, the pretty Elf. Very strange, her just vanishing like that." She squinted at him. "Hmph. For you to be so concerned, you must know her. No harm in telling you, I suppose. She came in, said she'd been feeling tired and ill, and asked me to see what was ailing her. The detection spell was easy, and so I told her, 'Why, miss, you're carrying a babe!' Then she got this concerned look, and her eyes began to glow blue, and she just disappeared in a pillar of light. Left behind naught but a necklace. ..Now where did that thing get off to?" She looked around and muttered, then looked back at him with a curious expression. "Are you the father, then? I do hope you can find her, she seemed awfully worried, before she vanished."
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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 24, 2016 7:01:39 GMT -8
"Pregnant?"
Crow staggers backward at this pronouncement. Syl was pregnant? Sure they hadn't been careful, but he hadn't even thought that was a possibility. He was a Nephilim she was a... Syl. There were so different he hadn't believed it could happen. He had to find her. He produces some coin and sets it down on the nearest surface before he flees. He rushes back to his house. Once there he would perform every a crying spell he knew, expend ever last ounce of power he had finding her. |
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Ranith & Ryzith Fletcher
Committed
Dragon twin powers, activate!
Roleplay posts: 68
Age: 26
Physical Description: Fraternal twins Ranith (female) and Ryzith (male) are half-dragons, with white hair, Ranith's being hip-length, Ryzith's short-cut. Ranith's eyes are silver, Ryzith's are gold. They both have light-colored skin, and silvery dragon horns protruding from their heads - although Ranith has a set of two, whereas Ryzith only has the one set. They have two different forms, a more normal humanoid one with only horns visible, and one with scales, wings, and tails. Their scales and wings are of varying colors, while Ranith's scales appear similar to diamonds, Ryzith's are like silver crystals. They are both tall, Ranith an even 6' with her brother being 6'7", but where Ranith is curvaceous and lovely, Ryzith is slim and muscular.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Ranith wears a revealing, short, sleeveless white dress, with a grey sleeved coat worn over it and a pair of grey leggings beneath. Ryzith often wears a pair of grey breeches and a grey high-collared coat on top, with no shirt. Both of them despise shoes and refuse to wear them. Ryzith has a large sword made of crystal that he carries with him at all times, worn at his left hip.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Mar 24, 2016 21:31:39 GMT -8
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Post by Ranith & Ryzith Fletcher on May 24, 2016 17:35:06 GMT -8
As they emerged from the candy shop, Ranith still licking caramel off her fingers, Ryzith looked around and began muttering to himself. More like thinking out loud, really. He was entirely oblivious to the way Ranith froze, and stared down the street with wide, excited silver eyes.
"So we need to hunt down Yugao and get this matter of employment straightened out.."
"..Ryz..."
"..and find a place to live, because we can't just fly around all the time...
"Ryz."
"..and learn our way around the city so we can get supplies and such..."
"RYZ!"
"WHAT, Ran?!"
Exasperated, he turned and looked at his twin, who was pointing toward the girl walking down the street toward them. A tall girl who looked an awful lot like them.. just darker in coloration. Both their jaws dropped as they gazed at @zera. Another half-dragon..?
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