Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238 
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Jun 2, 2016 14:17:45 GMT -8
As the heady aromas wafts back into Naoki’s path, she instinctively exhales sharply in attempt to prevent the likely sour-smelling scent away. Yet, that’s not quite enough to keep all of the the reddish fumes from snaking their way up into her nose. And, funnily enough… the smell isn’t that bad. Not bad at all, actually.
A little shiver involuntarily runs its way down her body, starting at the top and finishing with a quick lash of her tail. Whatever that is, it’s pretty potent. And Artemis notices too. Casting an inquisitive eye at the figure before her, the most pronounced visible feature are the wings.
That is one rather pleasant feature of wings, Naoki supposes. One can usually discern the type of creature by wing alone, what with how many types of wings there are. These ones, gracing the back of the individual before her, they resemble Maelik’s; so it would stand to reason that the creature before her is either draconic, demonic, or some mixture of the two, perhaps. Interesting. The remainder of what features are visible from behind are noted and filed away in Naoki’s reservoir of memories, but are not of any immediate consequence, and not given more than a passing thought.
However, instead of pulling to the back and to the side as Artemis suggests, Naoki ups her pace slightly while moving to the left, aiming to match pace, positioning herself to @incubusfun's left, with Artemis between them and slightly behind Naoki. This would still remove her from the path of the smoke, and assuming that she is allowed to achieve this position, she casts one eye in his direction, ever so casually, aiming to get a better look at whoever it is, smoking such a thing on the street, and daring to to allow his secondhand smoke to befoul her nose.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2016 16:38:04 GMT -8
The motion was captured in the corner of his eye as a female appeared in his peripheral sight. Only his eyes flickering to the side indicated any sort of response... at least, at first. What he glimpsed took his attention, and his head would turn enough as to properly cast his eyes upon the woman - starting from her face and then moving up to her pointed ears, before slowly trailing down her form. When they came north again, they took careful precision in noting the curvature of her legs, her hips, her waist and bosom.
Lovely thing, indeed.
Unbeknownst to him that this was, indeed, the Lady of Isra, he brings the pipe from his lips enough to cast her a very thin smile - deep chocolate eyes setting upon her face finally and seeming to almost melt as they bore into her own... provided she didn't try to look away, of course. But all he needed, presumably, was just a few seconds of direct eye contact to start the charm and start to pull her in.
"Well, good evening, my pretty robin," he purrs in greeting, nodding his head low to her in a gesture akin to a bow. "What brings you out in the night air, if I may ask?"
Despite his keen attention to detail on Naoki, he had to keep a mental note of the individual that was flanking them both. He assumed it was an escort or bodyguard or something, but that didn't mean they couldn't be dangerous.
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Registered: Nov 23, 2024 15:41:30 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2016 17:02:24 GMT -8
Zera whipped around quickly as someone at her flank became apparent - more of a defensive measure than anything else. But as the beast made his intention known and didn't lunge at her for an attack, she calmed quickly. When he offered to help out, she let a sliver of a smile recover upon her lips.
"Once I can recall what drew me out in the streets, I would surely appreciate the assistance. As of this moment... sadly, I've forgotten." Her gaze would turn to the siblings next. "But perhaps you might be able to assist them, as they are looking for someone in particular, too."
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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 Jun 2, 2016 17:53:38 GMT -8
Ranith looked confused at the wolfman's words, whereas Ryzith simply hitched a brow upward in silent quest.
"Well, it's less a place--"
--and more a person. Big, long dragon female--"
"--kinda serpentine, blue scales."
"You wouldn't happen to have seen her?"
They tilted their heads in unison, both in the same direction. It wasn't often they did the creepy in-sync twin thing, but it did happen on occasion.
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Minister Deathforge
Committed
Roleplay posts: 67 
Age: 32
Physical Description: Deathforge is a lycanthropic version of a Red Wolf, sharing in their reddish-brown coloring. He is massive for a Werewolf, coming in at nearly 7'8", and weighing nearly 400 pounds. His eyes are a dark-yellow in color.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears the uniform of an Isran Inspector, custom-tailored to his size. A badge denoting his rank is pinned on his left breast, and a holster carrying a large hand crossbow, that would require two hands for a human, and a quiver on his other hip.
Registered: May 24, 2016 4:10:25 GMT -8
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Post by Minister Deathforge on Jun 2, 2016 19:41:38 GMT -8
The Inspector nodded at Zera respectfully, he knew another warrior when he saw one.
"My apologies ma'am, I did not mean to startle you."
A raised eyebrow was most of his response to the twins statement. His tail twitched with amusement behind his back at their manner if speaking, reminded him of his own pups.
"As this is a city, I highly doubt she is cavorting about as a full-grown dragon. I assume she has a human form like most dragons that visit? Could you perhaps describe that to me instead?"
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Jun 3, 2016 8:36:29 GMT -8
Noticing where his eyes are headed, Naoki reciprocates the ogling, taking a moment to look part Artemis and note of the features of the figure walking to her right. Short horns on the head. Tall. A solid five inches taller than she is, not counting ears or horns. Well dressed. And awfully handsome. Her gaze can’t help but linger for a moment each on the curvature of his face, and then the front of his breeches.
Oho. A lust demon.
As he speaks his bit, she glances back up to his face, just long enough to acknowledge him, before continuing to watch the road ahead. “My pretty robin.” That’s a new one.
However, that eye contact is quite enough. As she continues down the road, Naoki’s gaits shift subtly, yet perceptibly. More hip movement, more pronounced and deliberate steps, and the introduction of of a rhythmic tail swinging beyond its natural sway. To match, her thoughts shift from the mundane, what she needs to do before going to bed, what’s on the list for tomorrow, to the more… exotic timesink of envisioning the individual standing to her right in all sorts of interesting poses. However, her self control is unmatched, and beyond the manner in which her gait shifts, and the tone of sultriness added to her voice as she responds, Naoki does not outwardly display any indication of being ‘charmed’ or what sorts of images she’s envisioning.
“Practiced my archery today. Walking home now. Yourself?”
Though she doesn’t actually have much of a doubt regarding the circumstances that brought this winged man out into the streets tonight, (it isn’t as if lust demons have that many hobbies) she figures it polite to ask, and is somewhat curious to see what sort of individual he is. Simply because an individual is motivated by only the single driving force doesn’t necessarily mean that they’re quite like all others who are motivated similarly. Maelik is a testament to that. It could be such that this particular lust demon is intellectually inclined, or has some manner of unique characteristic that gives him more depth than your standard incubus.
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Registered: Nov 23, 2024 15:41:30 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2016 20:26:31 GMT -8
Zera simple nods to the inspector at his apology, signaling it was well and no harm done. But for now she remains silent to let the conversation between the twins and the beast resume without interruption - even taking a step back to ensure she didn't stand as a barrier between them.
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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 Jun 3, 2016 21:55:09 GMT -8
The two shared a look at the inspector's question, then looked back at him, and shrugged in unison.
"We've never seen her human form."
"It's not such a big deal. We'll find her eventually."
Ranith nodded her agreement with Ryzith's words. She was always optimistic and cheery, whereas Ryzith just knew that their friend and future employer would probably be looking for them before long. Ranith grinned at the wolf man and tilted to one side as she nodded her thanks.
"Thank you, though!"
Ryzith said nothing, only nodding in agreement with his twin's thanks.
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Minister Deathforge
Committed
Roleplay posts: 67
Age: 32
Physical Description: Deathforge is a lycanthropic version of a Red Wolf, sharing in their reddish-brown coloring. He is massive for a Werewolf, coming in at nearly 7'8", and weighing nearly 400 pounds. His eyes are a dark-yellow in color.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears the uniform of an Isran Inspector, custom-tailored to his size. A badge denoting his rank is pinned on his left breast, and a holster carrying a large hand crossbow, that would require two hands for a human, and a quiver on his other hip.
Registered: May 24, 2016 4:10:25 GMT -8
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Post by Minister Deathforge on Jun 4, 2016 9:42:56 GMT -8
"Very well then, you all have a good day. Be careful though, on the streets, we've had trouble with a group of Pyromancers lately..."
He trailed off, realizing that dragons, or rather half-dragons, probably did not have much issue dealing with Pyromancers.
"Not that you all are likely to be troubled much by fire."
He walked off, continuing his search for any clues regarding the Assembly.
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Registered: Nov 23, 2024 15:41:30 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2016 19:29:29 GMT -8
"Archery, you say? Why, a delicate little bird like you should never be wielding a weapon," he laughs lightly, bringing his free hand up to gingerly brush the back of his knuckles over her upper arm - or at least attempt to. She might just try to stay out of arm's reach of him. "But... I suppose if there is a weapon to have, it would be a bow. There's something... graceful, about drawing one," he adds with a bit of exasperation, rolling his eyes over to level them on her face once more.
"A simple, fluid motion of the arm to draw such power into such a measly contraption, and with just a flick of the fingers does it loose a deadly arrowhead. And the lovely shape it places a figure in upon use - there isn't a weapon with more finesse," he sighs, letting his gaze return forward - the pipe rising to his lips once more for a heavy draw, only to let out the dragon snout smoke trails in his wake again.
"As for myself, my dear, I'm simply wandering. My companions are enjoying their own fun elsewhere," he replies with just a hint of bitterness, but his thin smile remains in place regardless. "So I left them to their own devices... enjoy the evening, as it were, rather than just follow along like a lost dog."
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Rickard, the Lone Warrior
Committed
Roleplay posts: 78
Age: 20
Physical Description: The lone warrior stands about 5'10'' in height. He has short black hair, usually at least somewhat well kept. Along with this he has icy blue eyes, which seem to always be keen on every detail around him. His eyes also are very expressive at times.
His build is that of a swordsman, lean for speed while consisting of mostly muscle to give a deceptive strength the to man.
Clothes and Equipment: Generally wears fur-lined plate armor and carries a bow and quiver of arrows. He carries a long-sword, sheathed at his hip. Though when he is not he wears clothing of leather lined with fur to fight off the cold air of the Winterlands. He often will also be wearing a dark grey cloak adorned with the black fur of a wolf about the shoulders.
Registered: May 29, 2016 20:00:21 GMT -8
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Post by Rickard, the Lone Warrior on Jun 6, 2016 18:53:22 GMT -8
Rickard the lone warrior would now find himself in the darkened streets of Isra. The only light in the streets to be found were from candles still lit in the windows of the buildings that lined the streets, and the occasional lamp post that burned in the night. These light sources would cast a dull orange glow where they were found, while elsewhere only the moonlight lit the streets. It seemed they were in a quieter part of the city, as there did not seem to be many roaming the streets.
They would continue on through the quiet streets for a while longer until they got to the more lively parts of the city's night life. Taverns and bars would become a more common sight, along with their drunken patrons stumbling through the streets, some in groups singing drunken songs of dragon lairs and maidens fair. Rickard himself wasn't looking to drink though or partake in revleries, no. His plan was simple, he would get whatever he needed here, and set out once again to complete his quest. He did not want to waste any time. However he would first stay the night, perhaps find proper gear tomorrow and hopefully start his journey back.
Once he was out of the city he would bury his family, and then go on to kill the Ice Queen. He would run through this plan once more through his head before speaking to Neva, "I should find some place to sleep for the night, and find the equipment and provisions I would need tomorrow. The armor I have right now should be fine, besides the hole in it from where the Ice Witch attacked me. I would need a new sword though."
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Jun 6, 2016 19:05:30 GMT -8
“That’s what I figure, yes. Promotes good posture, upper arm strength, and other such more generally applicable skills… An elegant sport, to be sure, and more practical than many others.”
As his knuckles brush against her upper arm, Naoki trembles ever so slightly, both physically and mentally, as that oh-so-familiar feeling sets in. Her analysis was correct. Definitely some manner of lust demon - one that, she decides, she is going to have her way with.
Dropping the volume of her voice slightly, she continues, “Not quite my favorite hobby, though. On that point, I suspect that you and I may just have similar views.”
Adjusting her gait to step slightly closer to Praxnihr, Naoki’s extra appendage snakes its way behind his back and around his right side to trace a line from his navel down before retreating swiftly, again assuming its default position bobbing along behind her shapely bottom. However, she herself does not draw back, remaining within arm’s reach of the well dressed incubus. While one ear remains trained forward, the other focuses on Praxnihr. Her eyes, unable to operate independently in the same way, opt to continue casting lingering glances in his direction.
“Were you planning on introducing yourself? Or do I have to take the initiative in that department as well?”
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Artemis
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 205
Physical Description: Artemis is a sturdily built woman of medium height, with blonde hair tied back in a professional bun. Clad in a sharp black business suit, with black tie, dress shirt, and gloves, her appearance is utterly unremarkable; save for a single, flawless, purple gem, set on a simple black ribbon, worn choker-style around her throat. Her demeanor is such that she blends seamlessly into the background of any situation when her services are not required.
Registered: Sept 13, 2015 6:26:06 GMT -8
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Post by Artemis on Jun 6, 2016 19:17:37 GMT -8
Artemis moves her position slightly, now walking slightly closer behind them, and positioning herself equidistant to both of them, in position to get Naoki out of danger, separate the two, or attack Praxnihr, as may be required. For now, she contents herself with simply observing, and with being slightly irritated at Naoki for not just pulling back and not interacting. Possibility was danger, after all.
Possibility also looked like quite the dish, though, so perhaps she couldn't really blame Naoki.
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Registered: Nov 23, 2024 15:41:30 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2016 0:38:41 GMT -8
Just that light gesture of her tail across the front of his trousers was enough to elicit a growl akin to a purr from the demon, and his eyes turned to latch firmly upon her - the brown color looking wet and dark. She certainly had his attention - and her gesture and tone alone told him he would, indeed, enjoy playing with this one.
He was even toying with the notion of keeping her at home, dressed in only the thinnest of silk and drawn in chains for his play and pleasure. It had been some time since he had taken upon a pet to break. And this feline... the most general assumption of dark thoughts could easily be discerned upon his expression in his thin gaze and his wide grin.
"Similar... indeed," he purrs softly, daring to step closer to her side as to almost nudge his hip to her own - even if it was putting her body guard on edge. He didn't seem to care, going to far as to flex the closest wing out just to gently brush across the curvature of her behind and tease her tail in the process.
"Forgive my rudeness," he adds with a faint chuckle, taking a moment to enjoy a small hit from his pipe before leaning towards her just a touch and letting the twin trails of smoke weave out from his nose - surely letting the scent near to help try and intoxicate her with the sensation it seemed to give. It was part of the reason he enjoyed this flavor so much. "I was simply distracted by your presence... an enchanting one, to be sure. I am called Praxnihr. Could I perhaps ask the name of this lovely woman beside me tonight?" he inquires ever-so sweetly, attempting to reach with his free hand and take her own with every intent to kiss the back of her knuckles.
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Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on Jun 7, 2016 5:51:15 GMT -8
She nodded in agreement with his statement, ignoring the leering of drunken patrons and thugs alike as she passed by them. The city was very different at night, much more dangerous she determined, not that such people were a threat to the dragon, but best to just leave such people alone. She withdrew a fairly large bag of gold and pressed into Rickard's hands.
"Here, this should help you buy or hire what or whoever you need. You should be safe in the city here, oh! And this too."
A line of blue tattoo stretched from her wrist to his, creating a barely visible bracelet on his right wrist.
"If you need help or rescuing, just use that. I will come as quickly as I can to your aid." She knew she wouldn't have to tell him not to abuse it like she had Vain, Rickard was way more responsible.
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Rickard, the Lone Warrior
Committed
Roleplay posts: 78
Age: 20
Physical Description: The lone warrior stands about 5'10'' in height. He has short black hair, usually at least somewhat well kept. Along with this he has icy blue eyes, which seem to always be keen on every detail around him. His eyes also are very expressive at times.
His build is that of a swordsman, lean for speed while consisting of mostly muscle to give a deceptive strength the to man.
Clothes and Equipment: Generally wears fur-lined plate armor and carries a bow and quiver of arrows. He carries a long-sword, sheathed at his hip. Though when he is not he wears clothing of leather lined with fur to fight off the cold air of the Winterlands. He often will also be wearing a dark grey cloak adorned with the black fur of a wolf about the shoulders.
Registered: May 29, 2016 20:00:21 GMT -8
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Post by Rickard, the Lone Warrior on Jun 7, 2016 9:52:43 GMT -8
Rickard's eyes would widen slightly at the bag of gold coins the dragon handed him so casually, though he would take it anyways for now. The blue tattoo that snaked onto his right wrist was also surprising to him. Feeling the weight of the gold in his hands, he realized this was more gold than he had ever had at one time. It would have taken him at least a full year to earn this much when he was still working as a city guard in Aramoor.
"Are you sure you want to give me all of this? What have I done to earn this from you?" he asked. He was never one to take charity so readily, and this fact did not change due to his recent plight either. The way he saw it, he was still in debt to Neva.
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Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on Jun 7, 2016 12:29:51 GMT -8
Neva's eyebrow arched up at him as she held up a huge sack, produced from seemingly no where. It significantly dwarfed the one she had handed Rickard.
"This is the result of 800 years of monthly tribute to me in a river when I wasn't awake. Evidently my body absorbed it. I have little need for it, so consider it a gift. It is the least I can do to help you on your task. Family is important after all, and avenging them no less so. I didn't rescue you for nothing."
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Rickard, the Lone Warrior
Committed
Roleplay posts: 78
Age: 20
Physical Description: The lone warrior stands about 5'10'' in height. He has short black hair, usually at least somewhat well kept. Along with this he has icy blue eyes, which seem to always be keen on every detail around him. His eyes also are very expressive at times.
His build is that of a swordsman, lean for speed while consisting of mostly muscle to give a deceptive strength the to man.
Clothes and Equipment: Generally wears fur-lined plate armor and carries a bow and quiver of arrows. He carries a long-sword, sheathed at his hip. Though when he is not he wears clothing of leather lined with fur to fight off the cold air of the Winterlands. He often will also be wearing a dark grey cloak adorned with the black fur of a wolf about the shoulders.
Registered: May 29, 2016 20:00:21 GMT -8
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Post by Rickard, the Lone Warrior on Jun 7, 2016 14:09:37 GMT -8
Rickard would nod solemnly when he saw how much gold she actually had, "I see. Well then I guess this is where we part ways for now... Thank you for everything Neva," he said. To him a word of thanks would not be nearly enough to repay his debt to her, but he vowed to repay his debts once his task was complete.
Rickard would walk off then into the streets of Isra, disappearing into a crowd of people, sack of coins firmly in hand.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Jun 8, 2016 20:42:44 GMT -8
As the crimson smoke again approaches her nose, Naoki huffs, seemingly in response to Phraxnir’s statement, but actually in an attempt to blow his smoke away. Tricky sort of demon, he is, what with is smoke and his ‘charming’ ways. Reminds Naoki of herself.
“Praxnihr,” she repeats his name back to him, trying out the pronunciation. Rolling it around her tongue. It certainly is a name, she supposes. She considers commenting on it, but doesn’t quite know enough about demon entomology to make an informed comment. That, and there aren’t any obvious lewd puns to make, so she doesn’t touch it.
Allowing him to plant his lips on her knuckles, she looks down on the top of his head and responds, “You’ll refer to me for tonight as Madame, or Mistress.”
“Now. I’ve just decided, before heading home, I’ll be paying a visit to The Moonlight Eclipse. Have something to eat, I figure. You should accompany me.”
With that, a sultry sort of wink and altogether more tail swishing than is necessary, Naoki makes an abrupt right turn, breaking off the main thoroughfare to take a side road toward The Citadel, and The Moonlight Eclipse.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2016 0:10:13 GMT -8
"Oh, of course, Madame," he purrs with a low chuckle, attempting a smooth twist of his arm in a loop around - bringing his arm at a crook as to take her arm in a most gentlemanly gesture around his own... should she not fight him, of course. But regardless, he would follow along closely beside her - enjoying her presence more and more, and very much assured he would be having his desire before the sun's rise.
And that he would have her practically begging his name long before that. But for now, he would remained perfectly lodged at her side to whatever her next destination might be. He could adapt, and easily draw a portal if necessary. This was turning into an interesting night, indeed.
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