Megan Zachurr
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 131 
Registered: Oct 14, 2015 14:19:14 GMT -8
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Post by Megan Zachurr on Dec 15, 2015 15:10:54 GMT -8
Megan caught up to see the man hit the wall. She comes lands on her feet, relieved when the guards take the killer. "Yeah, it was a misunderstanding. It's up to you now from here."
The mage brushed some of the filth off her from when she was getting beaten on the ground. She stands by Alecos and thanks him as the trio of Fletchers arrived, "Hey, thanks. Yeah... that ordeal took a lot out of me, I need to recharge."
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Raulio Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 68 
Age: 28
Clothes and Equipment: A white jacket and pants, a tool kit, a lyre, a notebook and pencil, and a pouch of coffee and green tea candy
Registered: Oct 14, 2015 19:52:13 GMT -8
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Post by Raulio Fletcher on Dec 15, 2015 18:27:14 GMT -8
"A beetle? Why thank you kind feathered friend." Raulio took possession of the beetle and placed it in his arms. "What... is this..." Raulio's eyes grew wide with shock. "This... this is no ordinary beetle. Those gaunt yet muscular legs, those shining eyes, this is a beetle with passion, a beetle that lusts for the pursuit of expression. This..."  An ordinary beetle?"... is an ARTISTIC BEETLE!" Raulio quickly placed the beetle in a pencil box with great care, and bowed towards the peacock. |
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 4:03:15 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2015 20:03:23 GMT -8
Rosamond was only too happy when the Octopus Sales Man got loaded up and carted away. Megan drifted down, and Robert came towards them, along with Bennik. She was smiling and happy, although a little scraped and bruised. The mention of "drinks" had her shaking her head.
"Oh no, I can't drink now. I have to go!" She turned a little away from the group and gestured to Lord Alecos and Ihram. "They deserve the drinks. I need to go back to your house and get my things, Robert."
She ignored Raulio's antics, otherwise she was likely to smack him, as much as she loved him. She looked to Megan.
"It was lovely meeting you. Thank you for your assistance with the killer!"
With a wave, she turned to leave.
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Megan Zachurr
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 131
Registered: Oct 14, 2015 14:19:14 GMT -8
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Post by Megan Zachurr on Dec 16, 2015 23:12:55 GMT -8
"Indeed, farewell." Megan waved and headed back to the inn with the party. < Exit to The One-Eyed Shark > |
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Rylon Icetooth
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: Indeterminable
Clothes and Equipment: His armour, which he is seen sporting in the image, is made of an extraordinarily rare blend of metals to create a super-hard, lightweight material that doesn't break easily. His blade is made out of an unusual type of metal as well.
Player's online availability : Twice a day(ish)
Registered: Dec 13, 2015 20:31:55 GMT -8
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Post by Rylon Icetooth on Dec 17, 2015 2:49:22 GMT -8
"Farewell, madam Rosamond!" Alecos said, raising a hand to salute the woman,before turning to follow the group into the One-Eyed Shark.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 4:03:15 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2015 9:06:15 GMT -8
Ihram also went with the group, conversing with Alecos on the octopus salesman's capture.
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Foechuckle
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: Forever in Flux
Physical Description: Race: Doppelganger; commonly known as Facestealer
In Natural Form
Gender: Technically none - uses male pronouns
Height: 6'6"
Weight: 80 lbs
Body Type: Abnormally thin
Skin Color: Grey
Hair Color: None
Eye Color: Bright yellow
Foechuckle has four 'default faces' that he uses day to day, two males and two female. Each 'model' has it's own name: Niklas, Felix, Nadine, and Frieda.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally wears fashionable, yet loosely fitted, clothing. Anything easy to change shape in. Often pairs muted earth tones with one extremely vibrant accent - typically in the shoes.
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Registered: May 12, 2015 6:55:44 GMT -8
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Post by Foechuckle on Jan 24, 2016 19:19:27 GMT -8
Dark fingers pulled a hood down from Foechuckle's face, revealing short cropped dark hair and piercing yellow eyes. Finally, they were at the harbor and could unboard that crowded, disgusting boat. Foe hated sea travel: cramped spaces filled with humans, no privacy to change faces or bodies, and nothing decent to eat. But it did provide for a lot of new faces, and meant they could travel and have things when arriving on land, unlike swimming all the way to Ozimodais.
It was Nadine's face they were sporting, short and cheeky with a fierce, exotic face. With a small leather bag hanging from their shoulder, Foechuckle's clothing were unassuming loose brown cloaks, though paired with bright teal cloth shoes.
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Jan 24, 2016 19:41:31 GMT -8
Robert strolls down the harbor, something he does often. It's good to keep an eye on the populus, after all. Anyway, it's good for the townsfolk to see his face. It brightens their day, he thinks, to see their amazingly handsome mayor walking about. After going down this street so many times, Robert has developed the ability to tell who's just arrived. They just have the same look on their faces, and the same way of walking and looking around. Thus, when he sees "Nadine" on the harbor, he recognizes that she's new and heads over to greet her. It's good to greet newcomers, especially women.
"Hello there! You look to be new in town. I'm Robert Fletcher, and I'm the mayor of Ozmodias. How are you doing?"
He grins, his teeth shining whiter than a cave-dweller's eyeballs.
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Foechuckle
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: Forever in Flux
Physical Description: Race: Doppelganger; commonly known as Facestealer
In Natural Form
Gender: Technically none - uses male pronouns
Height: 6'6"
Weight: 80 lbs
Body Type: Abnormally thin
Skin Color: Grey
Hair Color: None
Eye Color: Bright yellow
Foechuckle has four 'default faces' that he uses day to day, two males and two female. Each 'model' has it's own name: Niklas, Felix, Nadine, and Frieda.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally wears fashionable, yet loosely fitted, clothing. Anything easy to change shape in. Often pairs muted earth tones with one extremely vibrant accent - typically in the shoes.
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Registered: May 12, 2015 6:55:44 GMT -8
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Post by Foechuckle on Jan 24, 2016 20:06:08 GMT -8
Nadine was a little surprised to suddenly have somebody in her face, and took half a step back. Her yellow eyes caught the man's, and her pupils wobbled a bit unnaturally. She had to control herself upon eye contact - it was impulse to automatically take form of a new face, but that would surely end badly in the current public setting. Instead, her eyes just flicked, pupil pin-pointing with focus as she composed herself.
"The mayor, hm?" She cooed, mouth easing into a toothy smile. "Should I feel honored, or do you always greet travelers off the boat?" Nadine's voice was perky and melodic, and she offered her hand to shake the mayor's. A Mayor, huh? Wouldn't that be an interesting new face to add to the collection. And by the looks of it, they were one of the Fletchers, the ones Foe had a habit of finding everywhere.
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Jan 24, 2016 20:24:47 GMT -8
Robert grins cockily at the woman when she smiles at him. He does have that effect on women. And men, too. Particularly men who've been at sea for a long while.
"I don't greet every traveler, miss. Just ones that catch my eye."
He shakes her hand firmly.
"So, what brings you to Ozmodias? Adventure? Business? Pleasure?"
That last one is punctuated with a wink. Robert's found that it pays to waste no time. However, his suaveness is interrupted by a squawking coming from around the corner. A moment later, a white peacock struts into view and heads for the mayor.
"Ah...hello there, Bennik!"
Robert pats the peacock on the head, and the bird takes his place at his master's side.
"This is Bennik, my pet peacock. Bennik, this is..."
He trails off, waiting for the newcomer to introduce herself.
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Foechuckle
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: Forever in Flux
Physical Description: Race: Doppelganger; commonly known as Facestealer
In Natural Form
Gender: Technically none - uses male pronouns
Height: 6'6"
Weight: 80 lbs
Body Type: Abnormally thin
Skin Color: Grey
Hair Color: None
Eye Color: Bright yellow
Foechuckle has four 'default faces' that he uses day to day, two males and two female. Each 'model' has it's own name: Niklas, Felix, Nadine, and Frieda.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally wears fashionable, yet loosely fitted, clothing. Anything easy to change shape in. Often pairs muted earth tones with one extremely vibrant accent - typically in the shoes.
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Registered: May 12, 2015 6:55:44 GMT -8
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Post by Foechuckle on Jan 24, 2016 21:05:44 GMT -8
Foechuckle just smiled wider. Humans were so funny, thinking they were charming while not realizing how transparent they really were. But humans couldn't read people like a Facestealer could. "Nadine of the Estate of Gerison." She introduced, taking her hand back and using it to fluff the ends of her sharp-cut hair. "And I suppose you could say I'm here for pleasure. Purchase some wares, add some new vibrant shoes to my collection." Add some new faces to my collection as well, they silently added while lifting the bottom of her beige cloak to flaunt her lovely teal shoes.
The peacock was really no interest to Foechuckle, so they avoided eye contact with the bird. They already had a peacock in mental storage, and their sights were set on some fine prey to begin with.
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Jan 24, 2016 21:57:56 GMT -8
"Ooh, nice shoes. We do have the finest cobblers and shoesmiths in the region here in Ozmodias."
Robert smiles, and Bennik chirps.
"Shoes are very important, after all. They're the only thing separating you from the ground. You can tell a lot about someone from their shoes."
The mayor's own shoes are made of expensive dragonskin, tanned and polished. They shine a dull green.
"It's nice to meet you, Nadine. Where is the Estate of Gerison, if you don't mind me asking?"
Bennik takes in interest in Nadine's shoes and pecks at them.
"Stop that, Bennik. It's rude."
Bennik squawks, unhappy at being scolded.
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Foechuckle
Established
Roleplay posts: 23
Age: Forever in Flux
Physical Description: Race: Doppelganger; commonly known as Facestealer
In Natural Form
Gender: Technically none - uses male pronouns
Height: 6'6"
Weight: 80 lbs
Body Type: Abnormally thin
Skin Color: Grey
Hair Color: None
Eye Color: Bright yellow
Foechuckle has four 'default faces' that he uses day to day, two males and two female. Each 'model' has it's own name: Niklas, Felix, Nadine, and Frieda.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally wears fashionable, yet loosely fitted, clothing. Anything easy to change shape in. Often pairs muted earth tones with one extremely vibrant accent - typically in the shoes.
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Registered: May 12, 2015 6:55:44 GMT -8
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Post by Foechuckle on Jan 24, 2016 22:20:08 GMT -8
"I would have to agree. Not enough people realize the value of statement footwear." Nadine did have to admit, the man had nice shoes. Once she got a hold of his face, she'd be sure to nab a few pairs from his residence.
"Oh, you haven't heard of it? I guess in these parts it may not be too well known." The lady was barely even bothered by the silly bird, much more occupied with keeping eye contact with the mayor. Her pupils were laser focused, every part of Foechuckle's primal instinct ready to replicate the man's body.
"Gerison is on the continent south of the Misty Seas, before you reach the Junami Wilds. I'm rather far from home." Which was true, but Foechuckle wasn't from the south; it was the main inspiration for Nadine's face that hailed from those wild parts - her lovely skin and bone structure.
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Jan 24, 2016 22:32:07 GMT -8
"Oh, south of the Misty Seas? I've never been there myself, but my mother used to sail the misty seas often."
He continues grinning, noticing how she's staring into his face. I really am handsome, he thinks. This lady can't keep her eyes off me.
"Have you found lodging yet in town? Perhaps I could guide you to an inn, where you could get a nice hot meal and a couple of drinks, as well as a room for the night. After all, I wouldn't be a very good mayor if I didn't help out citizens and visitors."
Bennik bobs his head up and down at the idea. He likes the inn. The innkeeper gives him bread sometimes.
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Ryselle Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 94
Age: 20
Physical Description: Coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'3", Ryselle looks like she weighs less than the average puppy when soaking wet. She is stronger than she looks, which is saying something. She has a fine-boned build, and the white hair (hers being hip-length) and pale skin which her family is known for, but her eyes are a startling shade of lavender-blue commonly known as "periwinkle." She is usually completely expressionless, which often disturbs most people.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ryselle always wears a white dress, and tends to go barefoot. She often carries birdseed, nuts, and pieces of dried fruit, fish, and beef in the many pockets of her dress, to offer to her animal friends. As with every member of her family, Ryselle (for some reason) carries candy in a pocket, usually the black licorice of which she is most fond.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 2, 2016 0:22:25 GMT -8
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Post by Ryselle Fletcher on Feb 2, 2016 12:01:00 GMT -8
The ship that docked late in the morning was a regular of Ozmodias, one that ferried passengers desirous of visiting the city on the sea. The oddity was in the girl that descended the gangplank onto the dock. She was petite, pale-skinned, and white-haired, with a white dress and no shoes. To add to the strangeness, she was accompanied by a sea otter, which was resting in the cradle of her arms, and a seagull that was walking just a few steps ahead of her, clearly communicating to her in some way, as it stopped, turned to squawk at her a few times, then took to the air as she nodded.
Silent and expressionless, Ryselle waited briefly, then began to walk, seemingly in an aimless direction.
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Feb 2, 2016 12:08:45 GMT -8
Robert is walking down the harbor, as he tends to do, when he sees a familiar face coming off the boat.
"Hey! Ryselle! It's me, Robert!"
He runs down to greet her, and Bennik runs along beside him.
"How've you been? What brings you here to Ozmodias? Have you met Bennik?"
The white peacock bobs his head up and down at the mention of his name.
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Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher
Dedicated
He is going to punch you in every orifice you own.
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 52?
Physical Description: "Roarin" Redding Fletcher is 5'9 of pure muscle, pure hard drinking, hard fighting, hard living muscle. He used to have a beard he burned it off in a tavern brawl he grew his white hair out to compensate. He is almost as wide as he is tall and many people have confused him for a dwarf. Many people have also been beaten half to death for suggesting it. He has an eye patch though there does still seem to be an eye underneath it.
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Clothes and Equipment: A pair of iron gauntlets adorned with spikes. Two wine skins one filled with ale, the other filled with something that will "Make you roar." A surprising amount of gold from questionable sources.
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Registered: Nov 13, 2015 19:19:21 GMT -8
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Post by Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher on Feb 2, 2016 12:13:55 GMT -8
Roarin snores loudly in a pile of crates. He was on his way back to Carmela from Falreath, and he had made stop in Ozmodias. His initial plan had been to visit Robert, instead he had got blindingly drunk, and passed out. He had no regrets.
One of the guards approached Robert as he was hailing Ryselle.
"Mr. Mayor, your... a... Uncle, the mayor of Carmela is passed out in some crates. People are complaining about the noise, also the crates need to be loaded."
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Ryselle Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 94
Age: 20
Physical Description: Coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'3", Ryselle looks like she weighs less than the average puppy when soaking wet. She is stronger than she looks, which is saying something. She has a fine-boned build, and the white hair (hers being hip-length) and pale skin which her family is known for, but her eyes are a startling shade of lavender-blue commonly known as "periwinkle." She is usually completely expressionless, which often disturbs most people.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ryselle always wears a white dress, and tends to go barefoot. She often carries birdseed, nuts, and pieces of dried fruit, fish, and beef in the many pockets of her dress, to offer to her animal friends. As with every member of her family, Ryselle (for some reason) carries candy in a pocket, usually the black licorice of which she is most fond.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 2, 2016 0:22:25 GMT -8
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Post by Ryselle Fletcher on Feb 2, 2016 12:15:45 GMT -8
Hearing her name, Ryselle came to an abrupt stop, her head whipping about to settle narrowed eyes on the man approaching. She delved through her memories, trying to put any meaning to this face and the name attached to it. Given his appearance, name, and familiarity with her, clearly, they were related. Turning fully to face him as he stopped beside her, she blinked up at him.. then looked down at the peacock. Emotion registered briefly in her gaze, a glimmer of pleasure, and as she knelt, she gently set the sea otter on the dock beside her, before reaching into a pocket of her dress.
Her hand reappeared with birdseed cupped in her palm, which she offered to the peacock. "I am alive. I think I come seeking my father; I heard he was in this country. Hello, Bennik." Her attention remained mostly on the elegant white avian as she spoke, her voice flat, as usual. "Do you live here as well?" Ryselle knew very little about her family, in truth, because honestly? She didn't care. People were a nuisance, noisy and over-populated and annoying. That included her kin.
The guard that approached to speak to Robert was mostly ignored, although she was listening, somewhat. Uncle? Another relative. Most likely not worth her time or attention.
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Robert Fletcher
Dedicated
Robert's assistant: https://i.imgur.com/mvP7J3d.png
Roleplay posts: 376
Age: 22
Physical Description: White hair, fancy clothes, strong jawline. Robert is fairly attractive, but thinks he's much more handsome than he actually is. He has scars on his chest from stab wounds that he never talks about, although women are usually impressed by them.
Clothes and Equipment: Expensive, custom tailored clothes. He's fairly rich and carries around a shiny knife. The clothes are armored, but the plates are well hidden.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 14, 2015 16:15:01 GMT -8
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Post by Robert Fletcher on Feb 2, 2016 12:20:07 GMT -8
Bennik pecks at the birdseed, chirping happily.
"Your father? Oh, Uncle Roarin. He lives in Carmela. He's the mayor there. I can get you a ferry ticket, if you like."
Just then, the guard arrives and informs him of the news.
"Oh...looks like he's in town. C'mon, let's go find him."
He leads her over to the pile of crates, then grabs a bucket of water and throws it over his uncle.
"Hi, Uncle Roarin! It's me, Robert! And Ryselle! And Bennik, too!"
Bennik pecks the sleeping mayor uncle.
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Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher
Dedicated
He is going to punch you in every orifice you own.
Roleplay posts: 178
Age: 52?
Physical Description: "Roarin" Redding Fletcher is 5'9 of pure muscle, pure hard drinking, hard fighting, hard living muscle. He used to have a beard he burned it off in a tavern brawl he grew his white hair out to compensate. He is almost as wide as he is tall and many people have confused him for a dwarf. Many people have also been beaten half to death for suggesting it. He has an eye patch though there does still seem to be an eye underneath it.
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Clothes and Equipment: A pair of iron gauntlets adorned with spikes. Two wine skins one filled with ale, the other filled with something that will "Make you roar." A surprising amount of gold from questionable sources.
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Registered: Nov 13, 2015 19:19:21 GMT -8
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Post by Uncle Redding Roarin Fletcher on Feb 2, 2016 12:26:43 GMT -8
Roarin jerks awake when the water hits him. He splutters wiping droplets off of his face, and lets out a low growl. He blinks the sleep out of his eyes, and finally looks at the person addressing him.
"Robbie! Good ta see ya lad."
He gets to his feet groaning, and looks at the peacock, and the girl.
"Ye brought Bennik, and... Blimey, Ryselle? Well tha's something."
He pulls out a flask from his pouch, and takes a pull.
"I was gunna visit ye befer I left, but ye found me instead, convenient."
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