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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2016 17:16:35 GMT -8
The fairy chimed again but realizing Magdalena couldn't see her, she floated down in front of her face as they walked and shook her head. She looked half asleep.
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Magdalena Di Vilardino
New
Roleplay posts: 8 
Age: 32
Physical Description: Magdalena is not particularly tall, standing around five foot, three inches. Her eyes and hair are brown and her skin is tanned by the sun.
Though short she is rather muscular, a frame built and maintained by daily exercise since she was seven years old.
When possible she prefers elaborate braids, however this is not always practical. Thus, at times her hair falls to her mid back in a simple braid or ponytail.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Magdalena is found armored, wearing steel and mail from head to toe. A scarlet surcoat adorned with golden embroidery protects her from the sun.
However at other times she can be found in a variety of gowns and dresses. Magdalena has expensive tastes and her lady-in-waiting is kept busy cleaning and maintaining Magdalena's wardrobe.
When armored Magdalena is virtually always armed. She owns a variety of polearms, a few longswords, a flanged mace, a pair of rondel daggers, a riding sword and arming sword and several lances for use on horseback.
Player's online availability : Varies, but feel free to contact me
Registered: Dec 21, 2016 13:28:19 GMT -8
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Post by Magdalena Di Vilardino on Dec 22, 2016 19:51:08 GMT -8
"Well, we have to call you something." Magdalena pondered for a time. "What about Chirp?" Chirp the fairy. "Not a bad name, if I say so myself. But if you do not like it we can come up with something else."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2016 22:34:25 GMT -8
The fairy thought about it and shook her head. Too simple, and she didn't consider her voice the chirping kind. Sadly she was unable to say more than "no" with body language alone, hoping the message was able to get across.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 1, 2017 7:41:47 GMT -8
(Ending this RP)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2017 6:23:01 GMT -8
This was unnerving. The fact he was wandering the alleyways and ended up coming out to open, busy roads was terrifying - and seeing people as they were startled and stared or even fled in a panic only made it worse. He was lost already, and scared out of his wits. Too many people had seen him as the beast in the fair, and that made the impression.
Right now, he was skulking along a narrow alley and trying to keep his figure low and his head lower - as much in the shadows as he could. Even though he had been granted his freedom by that pair so gracious as to help him... was this any better?
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Silas
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 255 
Age: 26
Physical Description: 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, with a lean and muscular build. One with experience would tell that Silas is a mercenary, yet he has very few scars. Over all he is a handsome man.
His hair is dirty blond and has recently grown nearly to his shoulders. A coarse scruff lines his strong chin telling of recent time spent traveling.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: Hunting knife, spear
Registered: Apr 16, 2015 6:56:12 GMT -8
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Post by Silas on Feb 7, 2017 0:57:26 GMT -8
On his way back from the eastern bridge Silas bought a new set of clothes with the money he had earned. He hoped he was not too late to meet Skarlet at the Midnight Sun. |
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on Feb 28, 2017 13:08:41 GMT -8
The clop of hooves from the handsome steed beneath her echoed off the walls and windows of the buildings she passed. Feelings, ill fitting, unwanted, were rising up in her belly and wrapping around her spine. Genevieve clenched her gloved hands around the reigns of her horse as her jaw clenched tight and her blue eyes looked around at buildings that were all at once familiar and strange to her.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2017 14:26:42 GMT -8
People were stopping to stare, but the creature didn't seem to care. There were a number of fingers pointed at her direction and whispers from mouth to ear in regards, but C'vektur seemed less than concerned. Her powerful horse legs moved slowly but fluidly as she walked along, the human half upright and back straight with a sense of pride - bringing her to almost 9 feet tall from the top of her head to her hooves on the ground.
Her gaze wanders around over the average heads of those bustling about the roads, not sure what she was looking for. In reality, she was more fascinated with humans and other races not like her own. Granted - she hadn't seen one of her own in years.
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Badger
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 108
Physical Description: As nearly as he can tell, Badger is more than a century old, but appears to be in his mid-30's from the human perspective. He stands at a stocky 3'4, and has a muscular frame. A crop of pinkish-purple hair on his head is normally covered by a hat, and his white, toothy, segmented grin is always on display. Big ears, green eyes, and a bulbous nose give him the obvious look of the classic gnome.
Clothes and Equipment: If Badger is not working (that is to say performing) he can normally be spotted in his normal old street rags; a brown coverall type garment with a ratty shirt on underneath. He always has a trick or two tucked in his pockets, and is very fond of short blades.
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Post by Badger on Mar 18, 2017 14:40:57 GMT -8
Badger had spent most of the day looking around the bazaar and a few of the other local centers of commerce. It had been weeks since his run-in with the bandits on the road, which led to the loss of nearly all of his personal effects. Luckily, he was still in possession of what little coin he'd come to Isra with, and was able to pick up a bit more juggling, singing, telling stories, and otherwise entertaining the huddled masses along the way.
At the moment, Badger's 3'4 frame could be found dragging a brown trunk with brass fittings, the trunk easily big enough for him to fit into. He'd bartered for the trunk earlier in the day and now pulled it into one of the connecting alleyways that cut through Isra. He came to a stop with a heave, letting go of the handle on the end of the trunk a moment before it hit the ground. Unwittingly, Badger had chosen the path directly in front of C'vektur, pulling his trunk right out in her way as he hopped up on it to rest.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2017 15:08:26 GMT -8
As soon as the trunk came to thump at her feet, the centaur came to a quick stop - hooves pacing a little, as evidence that she had been momentarily startled. Her gaze would sweep down to her feet to settle on the very, very short individual that crawled up atop the trunk he had dropped.
The eerie thing, however, was the fact she leered down at him with eyes in an intense squint but she remained perfectly silent.
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Badger
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 108
Physical Description: As nearly as he can tell, Badger is more than a century old, but appears to be in his mid-30's from the human perspective. He stands at a stocky 3'4, and has a muscular frame. A crop of pinkish-purple hair on his head is normally covered by a hat, and his white, toothy, segmented grin is always on display. Big ears, green eyes, and a bulbous nose give him the obvious look of the classic gnome.
Clothes and Equipment: If Badger is not working (that is to say performing) he can normally be spotted in his normal old street rags; a brown coverall type garment with a ratty shirt on underneath. He always has a trick or two tucked in his pockets, and is very fond of short blades.
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Post by Badger on Mar 18, 2017 15:44:27 GMT -8
Badger reached up and removed his brown leather cap from his head, revealing the shock of pinkish-purple hair that sat atop his head. He crumpled his cap on hand as he used the other to wipe a bead of sweat from his brow. Badger for his size was strong, but pulling around the trunk for these hours was beginning to wear on him. He sat, looking out at the other beings as they scuttled about their business. Badger loved big cities, and being able to watch others as he himself went unnoticed was one of his favorite pass-times.
His head on a swivel, and deep in his own mind, it was only moments before he saw C'vektur behind him, who was greeted with, "Shit!" (or some reasonable facsimile).
He swore, surprised to find such a large and uncommon being (at least to him) looming over and looking down at him. In a moment he would have control of himself. Badger would put his cap back on, affixing it to his head once more before standing up on his trunk, head tilted up to return the centaur's gaze.
"I mean.. Why hello up there!" he said, looking just about straight up to see C'vektur's face.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2017 16:22:44 GMT -8
C'vektur continued to peer down at the male between the valley of her bare breasts, hardly seeming bothered by the fact or intent on speaking. All she does is nod her head once in response to the greeting by Badger, lifting up one of her powerful legs and tapping the surface of the crate a couple of times with her hoof - as if testing it.
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Badger
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 108
Physical Description: As nearly as he can tell, Badger is more than a century old, but appears to be in his mid-30's from the human perspective. He stands at a stocky 3'4, and has a muscular frame. A crop of pinkish-purple hair on his head is normally covered by a hat, and his white, toothy, segmented grin is always on display. Big ears, green eyes, and a bulbous nose give him the obvious look of the classic gnome.
Clothes and Equipment: If Badger is not working (that is to say performing) he can normally be spotted in his normal old street rags; a brown coverall type garment with a ratty shirt on underneath. He always has a trick or two tucked in his pockets, and is very fond of short blades.
Registered: Feb 12, 2017 17:51:39 GMT -8
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Post by Badger on Mar 18, 2017 17:12:35 GMT -8
It was about this time that Badger realized there were some odd looks being tossed about. Normally, when odd looks were to be had, they were for Badger; a juggling, singing, tumbling gnome boisterously shouting at the top of his lungs would be something to stare at anyway. But these looks were different, and the bare-chested half horse that appeared to be testing the top of his new trunk went a long way to explaining them.
"Now - uh.." Badger stammered, uncharacteristically taken aback, but only for that brief second. Maybe he was a bit more tired than he'd thought.
"Now good lady if you don't mind I don't think my trunk here is quite big enough or sturdy enough for us both to stand on. It may look like more than it is from up there but I just got it today and I haven't yet had a chance to properly test its durability!"
The gnome spoke quickly and loudly, his hands working to dig into a pocket on the front of his coverall as he spoke. Badger wasn't sure the creature that stood in front of him 'testing' his trunk could understand him in language, but he was prepared to communicate using the obvious natural curiosity he'd immediately taken note of. Badger removed a small wooden object from the pocket he was digging in, and held it up to the centaur. Holding the central ball between his thumb and middle fingers, Badger flicked the outer rim with his index finger, and the ring around the ball began to spin. It was an interesting little trinket he'd picked up upon reaching Isra, and though it was made of wood, the ring was capable of an easy nearly frictionless glide around the ball for several seconds.
After a moment Badger stopped the ring spinning, and offered the strange object up in his upturned hand.
"I found this. Maybe you'd find it more interesting than my trunk?" Badger continued his upward gaze as he held up the strange, nameless doohickey.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2017 8:23:41 GMT -8
The rapping on the trunk's surface stopped, and the hard eyes of the woman settled upon the small trinket. She blinked a time or two before carefully tucking her forelegs up under her form - dropping her figure a ways before then dropping the hindquarters and bringing herself much closer to where Badger stood.
A hand was extended to take the object, and she took a newfound fascination in it within both of her own hands, holding the rounded center and flicking the ring round and around. After a minute or so of this, her gaze would shift back over to Badger - her hands lifting a little in indication of the item she held as her lips parted to let her speak.
"Whot ees?" she asks, her accent thick and her voice low but powerful.
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Badger
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 108
Physical Description: As nearly as he can tell, Badger is more than a century old, but appears to be in his mid-30's from the human perspective. He stands at a stocky 3'4, and has a muscular frame. A crop of pinkish-purple hair on his head is normally covered by a hat, and his white, toothy, segmented grin is always on display. Big ears, green eyes, and a bulbous nose give him the obvious look of the classic gnome.
Clothes and Equipment: If Badger is not working (that is to say performing) he can normally be spotted in his normal old street rags; a brown coverall type garment with a ratty shirt on underneath. He always has a trick or two tucked in his pockets, and is very fond of short blades.
Registered: Feb 12, 2017 17:51:39 GMT -8
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Post by Badger on Mar 19, 2017 9:30:53 GMT -8
The offering of the trinket did exactly as Badger had hoped, and perhaps more. He'd found a way not only to elicit communication from C'vektur, but also keep his trunk safe, at least for now. C'vektur didn't appear by any outward indication to be a clumsy being, but she was still plenty large enough to crush his trunk and the belongings therein if she happened to miscalculate the box's strength even by a small amount. Being low on funds and already having scoured the bazaar once, Badger was in no mood or financial position to begin the exercise again. It was just better that she had the trinket instead.
Badger watched quietly in shared amusement as the centaur examined the bauble.
"Well, I'm not sure what it is exactly; it could be just about anything I guess. The only use I've found for it so far is giving my fingers something to do when I'm thinking. It seems to work great for that. If you'd like it, you're more than welcome to it."
Badger mentally added 'keeping my trunk from the danger of having a hoof-shaped hole through the top of it' to the list of uses he'd found for the little device.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2017 9:54:13 GMT -8
The centaur looks down to the trinket once again, turning it over between her palms a time or two before looking back to the gnome. But her hand would extend again, offering the item back to the guy.
"Aye 'as nothing too yoo," she replies, her expression softening a bit to something close to shame.
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Badger
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 108
Physical Description: As nearly as he can tell, Badger is more than a century old, but appears to be in his mid-30's from the human perspective. He stands at a stocky 3'4, and has a muscular frame. A crop of pinkish-purple hair on his head is normally covered by a hat, and his white, toothy, segmented grin is always on display. Big ears, green eyes, and a bulbous nose give him the obvious look of the classic gnome.
Clothes and Equipment: If Badger is not working (that is to say performing) he can normally be spotted in his normal old street rags; a brown coverall type garment with a ratty shirt on underneath. He always has a trick or two tucked in his pockets, and is very fond of short blades.
Registered: Feb 12, 2017 17:51:39 GMT -8
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Post by Badger on Mar 19, 2017 10:14:52 GMT -8
Badger smiled, showing off his big white segmented grin. He felt an odd kinship to C'vektur, being in a city that the creature was obviously unaccustomed to, and amongst people who would happily and openly gawk. The gnome was used to constantly being in a new city, given the nomadic nature of his lifestyle, and had been the object of stares so often he'd made a business from it.
"Nownownow," Badger quickly mashed three words into one, "Where I come from if a gift is given, you don't expect anything back. I've had it for a few days so maybe its time someone else had it for a bit! All I can really tell you about it is that I came by it honestly. I'm a performer you see - a street performer mostly - and I'm always on the lookout for little items like the one you have there for inspiration."
Badger would seat himself on the trunk once more as he spoke, his legs dangling off the side.
"A new city means new people, and I have to find out what the people here like so I can put together a little show to perform while I'm here. Nothing tells you what a people like better than talking to them, and I use the excuse of digging through their wares as a way to talk to them."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2017 10:33:29 GMT -8
C'vektur twists her lips into a grimace, seeming a bit disbelieving at what she was able to understand. Her gaze moves back to the object still settled in her palm, staring for just a moment before withdrawing her hand and continuing to play with the item between her fingers once again.
"Thanks yoo." She goes quiet again, watching herself at play for a minute or so. Then her intense gaze moves to settle on Badger once more. "Whot ees steet p'rform'r?"
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Badger
Committed
Roleplay posts: 81
Age: 108
Physical Description: As nearly as he can tell, Badger is more than a century old, but appears to be in his mid-30's from the human perspective. He stands at a stocky 3'4, and has a muscular frame. A crop of pinkish-purple hair on his head is normally covered by a hat, and his white, toothy, segmented grin is always on display. Big ears, green eyes, and a bulbous nose give him the obvious look of the classic gnome.
Clothes and Equipment: If Badger is not working (that is to say performing) he can normally be spotted in his normal old street rags; a brown coverall type garment with a ratty shirt on underneath. He always has a trick or two tucked in his pockets, and is very fond of short blades.
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Post by Badger on Mar 19, 2017 11:06:10 GMT -8
It was Badger's very nature to talk. He'd talk to just about anyone or anything, and he spoke to C'vektur knowing full well she may have no earthly idea what the hell he was talking about. The gnome simply didn't have another setting. Birds flew, fish swam, and Badger talked.
"You're quite welcome dear lady!" Badger said with the same toothy smile.
Perfectly content to share in C'vektur's fascination and enjoyment of the wooden trinket, he watched until her question came to him.
"I'll show you." he said simply, already digging around in his pockets.
Badger produced a single small coin, metallic silver in color and stamped with the symbol of some kingdom he'd long since forgotten the name of. He showed the single coin to C'vektur, it resting in his outstretched palm. He closed his hand around the coin, making a fist which he quickly slapped with the open palm of his other hand. The gnome opened the hand containing the coin to show that two bronze colored coins had joined the silver one in his hand.
Badger tossed one of the coins from his right hand into his left, and quickly and smoothly began to juggle the three small disks. With his patterned established, he would catch a coin, set it on his thumb, and flip the coin with a metallic ringing noise to the other hand. He did this with all three of the coins, keeping them airborne by catching, setting, and re-flipping the coins, which created a smooth even rhythm of pleasant ringing noises. Badger made it look nearly effortless as he sat on his trunk, his hands moving to where the coins would be before they would arrive. His movements were extremely comfortable and didn't leave anyone watching with the feeling that he was being rushed.
After nearly a minute of his juggling demonstration, Badger flipped all three coins in the air, and with one easy smooth motion whipped off his cap and used it to snatch the coins out of the air. He slapped his cap down on the trunk hard beside him. He leaned down to look very closely at his cap, as if trying to examine a bug he'd caught under it without letting the bug scurry away. After a long moment, Badger lifted his hat and showed C'vektur that the two bronze coins and one silver coin had turned into three brilliantly gleaming gold coins under his hat.
He put his cap back on, leaving the gold coins for C'vektur to examine if she'd like.
"That's what a street performer does." he said, watching for C'vektur's reaction.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 20, 2017 7:06:55 GMT -8
Watched with a widened stare, her pointed ears flicking with each time the sound rang by the coins being flicked. And when his hat came to clap on the trunk she sat up a little straighter, slightly startled by the quick gesture.
But she would lean forward, obviously curious, and when the coins became gold on the reveal she made a soft sound akin to a gasp, her hands coming together in a gentle clap at the display before she reached out to poke and prod at the pretty coins.
"Ees a maugeeck treeck. Ees very good. Yoo doo maugeeck as steet p'rform'r? Yoo doo treecks?"
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