Iania Whisperwind
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 133 
Age: Roughly 150 years.
Physical Description: Tall, with a lithe and lightly muscular build, Iania has the delicate features and pointed ears attributable to all Elvenkind. She has green hair which falls to mid-thigh and hazel eyes that tend to vary between shades of brown and green. She has a few tattoos scattered across her body.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Iania wears plain brown leathers. When out patrolling, she wears armor (cuirass, fauld, and tassets) made of an odd, flexible, silvery wood that is impenetrable and impervious to magical effects, along with leather bracers and greaves. This is often accompanied by a brown cloak made to blend in with bark and leaves. Around her waist she wears a belt on which rests a quiver of arrows, and she carries an enchanted longbow, as well as a blowgun and a variety of darts with different poisons applied to their tips.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 14, 2016 11:45:58 GMT -8
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Post by Iania Whisperwind on Jun 21, 2016 15:55:44 GMT -8
Iania stepped into the city with Talis Ragingstorm beside her and looked around. There was a dulled sort of wonder in her gaze, but she still didn't say a word. People pushed past her, going on their way to wherever it was they were headed - business, pleasure.. she didn't know, and supposed it didn't really matter very much. She felt so.. detached from everything and everyone. Even Talis, who had been with her for the past month now. Wordlessly, she tied up the pouch that held the candied nuts she'd been eating and absently tucked them into a pouch on the belt around her hips. Then she resumed walking, heading nowhere in particular.
She didn't stop until she found a square with a fountain in it, and then she settled on the rim, tucking her legs up against her chest and wrapping her arms around them as she looked up at the fountain. It was quite lovely, she supposed, a woman standing robed and triumphant above four horses rearing fiercely, water streaming from shells spaced between them and an urn that the woman held above her head. What was it supposed to symbolize, she wondered? Freedom? Something religious? She couldn't quite bring herself to care more than that idle thought, and returned to looking at the people around her.
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Talis Ragingstorm
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 128 
Age: 112
Physical Description: Talis is roughly average height for an elf standing at just over five foot seven. He has a slim build, with lightly toned muscles thanks to years running in the forest. His hair is short and white as snow, his eyes a bright amber, and his features sharp and angular.
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Clothes and Equipment: Summoner gi, ritual knife.
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Registered: Apr 14, 2016 21:26:52 GMT -8
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Post by Talis Ragingstorm on Jun 21, 2016 16:45:49 GMT -8
Talis followed Iania keeping up a constant stream of commentary. Everything was new everything was excited everything was worthy of investigating. They finally came to the fountain and as Iania sat Talis ran around. He'd never seen a fountain before, he wondered how it worked. Was there a water spirit?
Talis's train of though came unbound when he noticed Iania was still sulking. He purses his lips and decides that this has gone on long enough. He comes up next to her and sits next to her. He'd slip an arm.around her shoulders and assumijg she didn't stop him he'd push with his legs. His goal was to tip both of them into the water of the fountain.
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Iania Whisperwind
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 133
Age: Roughly 150 years.
Physical Description: Tall, with a lithe and lightly muscular build, Iania has the delicate features and pointed ears attributable to all Elvenkind. She has green hair which falls to mid-thigh and hazel eyes that tend to vary between shades of brown and green. She has a few tattoos scattered across her body.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Iania wears plain brown leathers. When out patrolling, she wears armor (cuirass, fauld, and tassets) made of an odd, flexible, silvery wood that is impenetrable and impervious to magical effects, along with leather bracers and greaves. This is often accompanied by a brown cloak made to blend in with bark and leaves. Around her waist she wears a belt on which rests a quiver of arrows, and she carries an enchanted longbow, as well as a blowgun and a variety of darts with different poisons applied to their tips.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 14, 2016 11:45:58 GMT -8
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Post by Iania Whisperwind on Jun 21, 2016 17:04:05 GMT -8
Iania watched Talis run around with something that might have been amusement, had it been any stronger. As it was, she just looked.. well, mostly blank. When he sat next to her, she blinked, and her brow furrowed in puzzlement as his arm came around her shoulders. Then all of a sudden she felt herself tipping backwards, and her eyes widened, and then she and Talis both were in the fountain. She flailed about until she could sit up, and did so with a gasp, the water around waist-high. She coughed and sputtered and looked at Talis with a disbelieving expression. Then she glowered at him.
"What did you do that for?!"
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Talis Ragingstorm
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 128
Age: 112
Physical Description: Talis is roughly average height for an elf standing at just over five foot seven. He has a slim build, with lightly toned muscles thanks to years running in the forest. His hair is short and white as snow, his eyes a bright amber, and his features sharp and angular.
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Clothes and Equipment: Summoner gi, ritual knife.
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Registered: Apr 14, 2016 21:26:52 GMT -8
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Post by Talis Ragingstorm on Jun 21, 2016 17:12:43 GMT -8
Talis who had been expecting the plunge recovered quicker then Iania. When she looked up at him he smiled and laughed.
"That's better! You've just been listless since we left! I know you are feeling lost right now, but that doesn't matter! You lost one purpose, but you can find a new one and you can have some fun looking for it! You know fun? Like when we were kids! Like when our parents took us to the lake and we got into a splash fight!"
Then he promptly splashed her in the face. He may have been bad at it, but he was trying to help her. He knew being miserable was no fun.
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Iania Whisperwind
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 133
Age: Roughly 150 years.
Physical Description: Tall, with a lithe and lightly muscular build, Iania has the delicate features and pointed ears attributable to all Elvenkind. She has green hair which falls to mid-thigh and hazel eyes that tend to vary between shades of brown and green. She has a few tattoos scattered across her body.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Iania wears plain brown leathers. When out patrolling, she wears armor (cuirass, fauld, and tassets) made of an odd, flexible, silvery wood that is impenetrable and impervious to magical effects, along with leather bracers and greaves. This is often accompanied by a brown cloak made to blend in with bark and leaves. Around her waist she wears a belt on which rests a quiver of arrows, and she carries an enchanted longbow, as well as a blowgun and a variety of darts with different poisons applied to their tips.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 14, 2016 11:45:58 GMT -8
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Post by Iania Whisperwind on Jun 21, 2016 17:34:10 GMT -8
As he spoke, her jaw set in anger, and then when he splashed her in the face, she sputtered and coughed and then glared at him. Standing carefully, she pushed her wet hair out of her face and gave him a flat look.
"We're not kids anymore, Talis. Not everything is a game, not everything is fun. I told you when I was leaving the Expanse that I wanted to be alone - you're the one who insisted on coming with me. Pulling me into fountains and splashing water in my face isn't going to make me feel better, it's not going to make anything better. If you don't like the way I am, then leave. Go back home." Even as she said the words, her eyes flashed with pain, and then she turned away, moving to get out of the fountain as carefully as she could; it was slick, and she was afraid of falling and hurting herself. The truth was, she didn't want him to leave. She'd enjoyed this month with just her and Talis. But that was also part of the problem.. it was inspiring memories and feelings that she didn't want, that would only complicate things.
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Talis Ragingstorm
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 128
Age: 112
Physical Description: Talis is roughly average height for an elf standing at just over five foot seven. He has a slim build, with lightly toned muscles thanks to years running in the forest. His hair is short and white as snow, his eyes a bright amber, and his features sharp and angular.
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Clothes and Equipment: Summoner gi, ritual knife.
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Registered: Apr 14, 2016 21:26:52 GMT -8
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Post by Talis Ragingstorm on Jun 21, 2016 17:42:07 GMT -8
"Well not everything is serious either!"
Talis said as he slipped out of the fountain after Iania. He frowns as he does. He had hoped that would work. Still he got her angry which he took as a good sign. It had been a long time since she got angry at him. It had been a long time since she'd been anything but dispondant.
"And don't be silly I told you I was going to stay with you. I'm not going anywhere! Well I mean I am going somewhere, it just going to be wherever you go!"
Talis shakes like a dog sending water spraying everywhere.
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Loddy
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 20
Physical Description: Human male
Skinny but lean body weighting about 160 lbs.
Light skin with signs of tanning around the face.
Mixture of brownish and black hair that hangs down past the ears.
Bright green eyes.
Small round nose.
Standing about 5'11
Strong jaw-line and clean shaved.
Clothes and Equipment: Purple and gold stripped clothed shirt.
Matching trousers and flat hat.
My lute with angels in-craved where the strings are.
An iron dagger.
An iron sword.
Locket with a picture of my inside love inside.
Magic tarot cards.
Registered: Jun 16, 2016 15:31:05 GMT -8
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Post by Loddy on Jun 21, 2016 18:16:05 GMT -8
Loddy begins strolling around the city plaza struggling to figure out his latest artistic ballad. He fiddles around his lute striking random chords. Loddy mutters to himself. "Maybe a C chord...here...then maybe..hmm..a D chord..." he performs the chords in the order he mutters until he hears a splash and then two people arguing. His eyes gaze from his lute to the arguing couple he assumes. He spots two elves, one female and other male. Loddy chuckles as the male elf shakes the water off like a pup. Loddy beings to play his lute.
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Iania Whisperwind
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 133
Age: Roughly 150 years.
Physical Description: Tall, with a lithe and lightly muscular build, Iania has the delicate features and pointed ears attributable to all Elvenkind. She has green hair which falls to mid-thigh and hazel eyes that tend to vary between shades of brown and green. She has a few tattoos scattered across her body.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Iania wears plain brown leathers. When out patrolling, she wears armor (cuirass, fauld, and tassets) made of an odd, flexible, silvery wood that is impenetrable and impervious to magical effects, along with leather bracers and greaves. This is often accompanied by a brown cloak made to blend in with bark and leaves. Around her waist she wears a belt on which rests a quiver of arrows, and she carries an enchanted longbow, as well as a blowgun and a variety of darts with different poisons applied to their tips.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 14, 2016 11:45:58 GMT -8
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Post by Iania Whisperwind on Jun 21, 2016 18:23:38 GMT -8
She stopped once she was out of the fountain and turned to look at Talis. She was trying very hard to hide it, but Iania was distressed.
"Talis, I'm not trying to be serious - I'm thinking, I'm trying to figure out who I am now. I thought I knew that, but I don't anymore. Everything I thought I knew about myself is gone, and I don't know who I am anymore, and you're making it awfully hard for me to puzzle it out. I cast aside my people, my home, everything I believed in, and I don't know what I'm doing with myself. So forgive me if I don't feel like playing and laughing and being silly - I can't be like you without a care in the world." She turned away just as he shook himself, and sighed, squeezing the water out of her hair before checking to make sure her bowstrings were still safe and dry in their pouch.
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Loddy
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 20
Physical Description: Human male
Skinny but lean body weighting about 160 lbs.
Light skin with signs of tanning around the face.
Mixture of brownish and black hair that hangs down past the ears.
Bright green eyes.
Small round nose.
Standing about 5'11
Strong jaw-line and clean shaved.
Clothes and Equipment: Purple and gold stripped clothed shirt.
Matching trousers and flat hat.
My lute with angels in-craved where the strings are.
An iron dagger.
An iron sword.
Locket with a picture of my inside love inside.
Magic tarot cards.
Registered: Jun 16, 2016 15:31:05 GMT -8
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Post by Loddy on Jun 21, 2016 18:30:57 GMT -8
"Hello. Hello! My name is Lod. People think I'm strange and others; odd. You see my friends, I am a lonely bard. And I need to write a new poem; a story! of adventurers not some stupid lard!" He takes a deep breath-in continuing the same chord progression. "You see, You see! You two seem grand! And I hope you allow me to come; be part of your plan? O please, O Please! Let me come. I promise I'm in for an adventure and for some fun." He gives an aggressive strum of the lute lifting his head towards the skyward. Ending his song with a confident bow towards the two elves. As his head bows down, he lifts up quickly saying. "Don't worry. Not going to rhyme everything I say." With a chuckle.
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Talis Ragingstorm
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 128
Age: 112
Physical Description: Talis is roughly average height for an elf standing at just over five foot seven. He has a slim build, with lightly toned muscles thanks to years running in the forest. His hair is short and white as snow, his eyes a bright amber, and his features sharp and angular.
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Clothes and Equipment: Summoner gi, ritual knife.
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Registered: Apr 14, 2016 21:26:52 GMT -8
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Post by Talis Ragingstorm on Jun 21, 2016 18:47:50 GMT -8
"I care about things! I care about you! Just because you are worried about something doesn't mean you have to be serious all the time. You can still have fun."
Talis fires back at Iania. He actually seemed to be getting heated. Did he care that much about her, so much that it'd dampen his eternally cheerful attitude?
Talis was about to say something else, when a strange man approached them out of nowhere. The elfs eyes widen as the odd man apprently named Lod ryhmed at them. When the bard finished Talis smiled and said excitedly.
"I'm Talis, that was pretty bad!"
Despite his words the elf seemed genuinely excited and happy. Apprently despite not thinking much of the rhyme scheme he had still enjoyed it.
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Iania Whisperwind
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 133
Age: Roughly 150 years.
Physical Description: Tall, with a lithe and lightly muscular build, Iania has the delicate features and pointed ears attributable to all Elvenkind. She has green hair which falls to mid-thigh and hazel eyes that tend to vary between shades of brown and green. She has a few tattoos scattered across her body.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Iania wears plain brown leathers. When out patrolling, she wears armor (cuirass, fauld, and tassets) made of an odd, flexible, silvery wood that is impenetrable and impervious to magical effects, along with leather bracers and greaves. This is often accompanied by a brown cloak made to blend in with bark and leaves. Around her waist she wears a belt on which rests a quiver of arrows, and she carries an enchanted longbow, as well as a blowgun and a variety of darts with different poisons applied to their tips.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 14, 2016 11:45:58 GMT -8
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Post by Iania Whisperwind on Jun 21, 2016 18:56:03 GMT -8
His words seemed to hurt her, as she flinched and turned away again. Only to find herself nearly colliding with a lute-bearing bard. Iania took a quick, wary step backwards and eyed the man curiously. Then her lips twisted into a ponderous frown.
"We're not adventurers. Or at least I'm not. He wants to go adventuring, follow him." This was said as she gestured to Talis, and then she turned, beginning to walk away.
"There you go, Talis, someone who wants to have fun. Go adventuring with him." She continued walking, with absolutely zero idea of where she was headed.
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Loddy
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 20
Physical Description: Human male
Skinny but lean body weighting about 160 lbs.
Light skin with signs of tanning around the face.
Mixture of brownish and black hair that hangs down past the ears.
Bright green eyes.
Small round nose.
Standing about 5'11
Strong jaw-line and clean shaved.
Clothes and Equipment: Purple and gold stripped clothed shirt.
Matching trousers and flat hat.
My lute with angels in-craved where the strings are.
An iron dagger.
An iron sword.
Locket with a picture of my inside love inside.
Magic tarot cards.
Registered: Jun 16, 2016 15:31:05 GMT -8
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Post by Loddy on Jun 21, 2016 19:17:57 GMT -8
As the female elf starts walking away, he notices she is very hesitant about where she is exactly going. Loddy is very confused on the situation and feels he has caused some type of pain in this. "Aye, ah Talis. Do you know where she's going? Cause I'm not sure she knows either. You better help her mate." Loddy explains with guilt in his voice.
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Talis Ragingstorm
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 128
Age: 112
Physical Description: Talis is roughly average height for an elf standing at just over five foot seven. He has a slim build, with lightly toned muscles thanks to years running in the forest. His hair is short and white as snow, his eyes a bright amber, and his features sharp and angular.
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Clothes and Equipment: Summoner gi, ritual knife.
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Registered: Apr 14, 2016 21:26:52 GMT -8
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Post by Talis Ragingstorm on Jun 21, 2016 19:24:58 GMT -8
Talis as usual is unfazed by Iania's attempt to get rid of him. He was too stubborn and too optimistic to let her words stop discourage him. He skips after Iania and gives Lod a cheery wave as he goes.
"That's the plan!"
Talis was stubborn he'd make Iania happy if it killed him. Which it probably wouldn't.
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Iania Whisperwind
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 133
Age: Roughly 150 years.
Physical Description: Tall, with a lithe and lightly muscular build, Iania has the delicate features and pointed ears attributable to all Elvenkind. She has green hair which falls to mid-thigh and hazel eyes that tend to vary between shades of brown and green. She has a few tattoos scattered across her body.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Iania wears plain brown leathers. When out patrolling, she wears armor (cuirass, fauld, and tassets) made of an odd, flexible, silvery wood that is impenetrable and impervious to magical effects, along with leather bracers and greaves. This is often accompanied by a brown cloak made to blend in with bark and leaves. Around her waist she wears a belt on which rests a quiver of arrows, and she carries an enchanted longbow, as well as a blowgun and a variety of darts with different poisons applied to their tips.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 14, 2016 11:45:58 GMT -8
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Post by Iania Whisperwind on Jun 21, 2016 19:33:55 GMT -8
Iania actually growled as Talis caught up to her, and shot him a hard look. But she didn't stop walking. She thought she was heading back the way they'd come, making for the gate so she could venture back into the Free Plain, but she was actually heading deeper into the city without realizing it.
"Talis, I know you want to go on an adventure. But I don't. I just.." She trailed off as she realized she didn't know what she wanted. Once, she knew what she wanted: When she was just a little girl, she'd wanted Talis. When she got older and realized they would just be bad for each other, she wanted to protect their people and threw herself into her duties. Now, she had no people to protect, no home to defend, and she was starting to think she wanted Talis again. That scared the hell out of her. Curling her hands into fists and gritting her teeth, she made a frustrated noise.
"I just want to think, and I can't do that with you constantly talking in my ear."
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Talis Ragingstorm
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 128
Age: 112
Physical Description: Talis is roughly average height for an elf standing at just over five foot seven. He has a slim build, with lightly toned muscles thanks to years running in the forest. His hair is short and white as snow, his eyes a bright amber, and his features sharp and angular.
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Clothes and Equipment: Summoner gi, ritual knife.
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Registered: Apr 14, 2016 21:26:52 GMT -8
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Post by Talis Ragingstorm on Jun 22, 2016 6:42:57 GMT -8
Talis was of course unconcerned by the growl. He was concerned about Iania though. She was clearly not well and it was becoming increasingly apparent he didn't know how to help. That was frustrating, but he was no quiter. He didnt think leaving her the right choice, but maybe he should try being quiet. So instead of responding he just smiled at her following in silence.
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Iania Whisperwind
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 133
Age: Roughly 150 years.
Physical Description: Tall, with a lithe and lightly muscular build, Iania has the delicate features and pointed ears attributable to all Elvenkind. She has green hair which falls to mid-thigh and hazel eyes that tend to vary between shades of brown and green. She has a few tattoos scattered across her body.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Iania wears plain brown leathers. When out patrolling, she wears armor (cuirass, fauld, and tassets) made of an odd, flexible, silvery wood that is impenetrable and impervious to magical effects, along with leather bracers and greaves. This is often accompanied by a brown cloak made to blend in with bark and leaves. Around her waist she wears a belt on which rests a quiver of arrows, and she carries an enchanted longbow, as well as a blowgun and a variety of darts with different poisons applied to their tips.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Apr 14, 2016 11:45:58 GMT -8
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Post by Iania Whisperwind on Jun 22, 2016 10:31:33 GMT -8
Iania looked at Talis with a blend of suspicion and surprise. He was being.. quiet. That was.. so unlike him. The moment she saw a quiet place with plants, she veered off the street and into.. some sort of place with monuments. She wasn't sure what it was, but she would take refuge there.
<Exit into A Graveyard>
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Loddy
Established
Roleplay posts: 10
Age: 20
Physical Description: Human male
Skinny but lean body weighting about 160 lbs.
Light skin with signs of tanning around the face.
Mixture of brownish and black hair that hangs down past the ears.
Bright green eyes.
Small round nose.
Standing about 5'11
Strong jaw-line and clean shaved.
Clothes and Equipment: Purple and gold stripped clothed shirt.
Matching trousers and flat hat.
My lute with angels in-craved where the strings are.
An iron dagger.
An iron sword.
Locket with a picture of my inside love inside.
Magic tarot cards.
Registered: Jun 16, 2016 15:31:05 GMT -8
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Post by Loddy on Jun 22, 2016 23:09:50 GMT -8
Watching what he assumes two love birds having their typically couple's argument, Loddy decides to return to THE MONTCALMÉ CAFÉ for his duties |
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Registered: Nov 24, 2024 6:13:39 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2016 18:09:46 GMT -8
The very edge of his tone in such a bold promise sent a warm tingle down her very spine - and the surprise was evident in her expression for just a moment. Yet it drew a very thankful smile to her lips - more than she had smiled in quite some time. Without even realizing it, she began to walk alongside the male, but just a little closer to him.
Va'Nei had made her feel something close to normal in her own skin, and worth something. Now Ryzith - one closer to kin than any dragon - made her feel... welcome? Wanted? Safe? There were certainly a number of ways to describe what she felt, but it was as if he had an aura akin to her own, and it was inviting.
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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 24, 2016 20:47:11 GMT -8
Ranith grinned at the sight of Zera and Ryzith walking so close together. It was about time he started acting like a normal guy! She wondered if he was going to kiss her, but after picturing it, decided she didn't want to know after all. That was just.. weird. They were passing by an alleyway when a sound distracted her, and Ranith veered into the passage without a word, curious to see what had caused the noise. Ryzith, completely unaware of his sister's deviation from their current course, continued to walk alongside Zera in silence.. although he did look her way and give his first obvious smile. It was about ten minutes after Ranith had wandered off on her own that he realized she wasn't bouncing excitedly around them anymore, and he looked over his shoulder with a slight frown, brow furrowed.
"..I wonder where Ranith went? Hm. Ah well, I guess she'll turn up when she's ready." He didn't sound too sure of himself, but he wasn't about to go dashing off in search of his wayward twin. She could take care of herself. ..Even if she was scatterbrained and naive. He found his own attention quickly drawn away from the matter when they happened upon a furniture store, and he looked up at it with an expression of recognition. "This is what you were looking for, right?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2016 3:46:02 GMT -8
"Indeed," she replies, feeling a little more at ease at finally finding the place. She cast the male a heartfelt smile before ducking her head to step into the shop - looking to hold open the door for Ryzith should he follow at her heels. Inside she was quite impressed with the furniture and wares on display - the craftsmanship was grand, yet quaint. To make a peasant man feel like a king.
She moved over to a small desk that was burdened with a small, heavy box and a ledger book of some sort - but no craftsman. She assumed they were possibly in the back or in their shop at work. For now, she became absorbed in looking around.
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