Robert Fletcher
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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 Nov 14, 2015 22:30:36 GMT -8
Robert pauses with a kebab halfway to his mouth.
"Well...way to start a meal, Neferet. Beasts, huh?"
He puts the kebab back down on the plate, where Beennik pops up and steals it.
"Hey, Bennik! Bad bird...well, Neferet. If you want, I could send for my cousin Roxanne...or Riktoe...those two love hunting monsters."
He bites into a falafel, realizing with mild surprise that it's not a meatball, but something made of beans.
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Kinzokan Krypt
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Roleplay posts: 129
Physical Description: Kinzokan Krypt is a seven foot tall beast of muscle, violent scars and a wild mane of dark hair. Almost legendary for his status as a veteran of many battlefields, Krypt is known for his exceptional skill and combat prowess and because of his dark, ashen-coloured skin he is referred to in mercenary circles as "Kinzokan the Black".
He originally hailed from a volcanic land devastated by fire, brimstone, magma and ash and as such, his people are known as the Ashkin. Due to spending their entire lives surrounded by scorching heat and with little water that isn't boiling or steamed, the Ashkin are nigh impervious to fire and its effects and their skin has thus thickened and hardened into an almost naturally armoured hide. Such is the toughness of an Ashkin that only the sharpest of weapons, or the strongest of their wielders, could cut deep and hard enough to draw blood or cause serious injury. Yet in the volcanic wastes, such a defense isn't only advantageous, but necessary - for each day would bring the Ashkin tribes into contact with the aggressive, giant, reptilian monsters who ruled the ashlands as ever-starving kings.
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Post by Kinzokan Krypt on Nov 14, 2015 22:46:01 GMT -8
Krypt followed quietly and obediently, though even as he sat down on the balcony watched the female pour tea, he made no gesture to reach for food or the cup offered. Indeed, Krypt rarely felt welcome in the company of others, even if they specifically stated otherwise. They would not want to offend him, he assumed, but their outward mannerisms did not dictate the thoughts they harboured in their minds.
He was a beast in humanoid form. His people were a primitive tribe, capable only of killing. And though he relished this; loved the thrill of battle and the constant struggle for survival and cared very little about what others thought of him, he was almost convinced that most harboured a hidden hatred for such blunt and violent people. He was incompatible with this civilized culture, with sitting and drinking tea and eating with polite conversation that differed from one's true feelings. More and more of the world was becoming ceremonial, where men of action like him had no talent and strong hands could break the brittle and expensive without intention.
His thoughts focused briefly on the three fae of the Winter Court, and he soon realized that though he barely knew them, he felt more comfortable in that cold, harsh land than he did in this one. Though rather ceremonial themselves, they were harsh. Equally harsh. And that harshness gave birth to a truth he could accept, for he understood it. They did not love him, or even care for him, but at least they were like him in that their inner feelings mirrored their outer methods.
He glanced from Robert to Neferet, listening to their talk of murder without speaking.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2015 23:09:21 GMT -8
Her lashes flickered, her gaze settled on Krypt who did not reach for his tea, who did not eat the food, but sat as still and silent as ashen stone.
She did not press, but her tawny eyes did observe before they turned back to Robert. "Robert, I'm not sure this is something I would want the extensive Fletcher family to be involved in," she said gently.
"There are two beasts. One, the people of Gaiaton have called the Demon. The other, they have called Pitch for the darkness that he attacks in. They work together, and they attack, maim, and kill the workers that were supposed to be widening the road to Gaiaton."
She paused in her eating and took up the tea cup, sipped it. "I'm sure you saw the flowers on the way here. The Hunters of the Providers Guild won't sacrifice any more men to the beasts."
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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 Nov 14, 2015 23:14:56 GMT -8
"Oh, the hunters of the guild died? Oh...I'm not sure the guards would be able to help, then. My cousins might be able to help, though..."
He chew thoughtfully on his falafel.
"Has anyone seen the monsters? What do they look like? Is there pattern to the attacks? When did they start?"
He absently pulls his bird closer in a protective manner.
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Kinzokan Krypt
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 129
Physical Description: Kinzokan Krypt is a seven foot tall beast of muscle, violent scars and a wild mane of dark hair. Almost legendary for his status as a veteran of many battlefields, Krypt is known for his exceptional skill and combat prowess and because of his dark, ashen-coloured skin he is referred to in mercenary circles as "Kinzokan the Black".
He originally hailed from a volcanic land devastated by fire, brimstone, magma and ash and as such, his people are known as the Ashkin. Due to spending their entire lives surrounded by scorching heat and with little water that isn't boiling or steamed, the Ashkin are nigh impervious to fire and its effects and their skin has thus thickened and hardened into an almost naturally armoured hide. Such is the toughness of an Ashkin that only the sharpest of weapons, or the strongest of their wielders, could cut deep and hard enough to draw blood or cause serious injury. Yet in the volcanic wastes, such a defense isn't only advantageous, but necessary - for each day would bring the Ashkin tribes into contact with the aggressive, giant, reptilian monsters who ruled the ashlands as ever-starving kings.
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 20:24:36 GMT -8
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Post by Kinzokan Krypt on Nov 14, 2015 23:16:32 GMT -8
"I'll kill them for you," he answered Neferet, speaking up for the first time. "They will not be able to see me in the dark, for my kind evolved in a land of black sand and ash that could blot out the sun." His eyes, one might suddenly notice, appeared to be red. And more than this, they could gaze through the darkness with ease.
"The field of battle between us will be equal, and so it will be the greater killer who prevails, rather than one who can hide in the darkness and kill those who have not lived in it like I have. Similar to what I assume is the case with this beast, my skin is not this colour for a reason. I blend with the darkness, just like him. Wits and cunning will decide the victor."
He went silent again.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2015 23:25:17 GMT -8
Neferet took a breath to answer Robert among the song of the insects chirping in the night and the quiet warmth of the fire in the grates and lanterns when Krypt's voice suddenly rumbled forward.
She closed her lips and she turned to look at him, and waited until he was finished. "There are two such beasts," she reminded him, and looked to Robert. "And no, no one has seen them. They believe that they are guardians of one of the tombs of the Valley of the Kings. They believe that someone in Gaiaton has desecrated the tombs, and now the guardians will not rest until things are set to rights."
She turned her gaze back to Krypt. "But they ARE beasts. And if you will do this for Gaiaton, then I will give you what I see of your future," she said.
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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 Nov 14, 2015 23:31:33 GMT -8
"Tomb guardians? Oh my..."
Robert turns pale, and lifts Bennik onto his lap, hugging the peacock. Bennik steals his falafel.
"Well...I can't deploy Ozmodias guards to here, I would be sending them to their deaths. If you want me to, I can send for my cousins..."
He shakes his head.
"I don't know, Neferet."
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Kinzokan Krypt
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 129
Physical Description: Kinzokan Krypt is a seven foot tall beast of muscle, violent scars and a wild mane of dark hair. Almost legendary for his status as a veteran of many battlefields, Krypt is known for his exceptional skill and combat prowess and because of his dark, ashen-coloured skin he is referred to in mercenary circles as "Kinzokan the Black".
He originally hailed from a volcanic land devastated by fire, brimstone, magma and ash and as such, his people are known as the Ashkin. Due to spending their entire lives surrounded by scorching heat and with little water that isn't boiling or steamed, the Ashkin are nigh impervious to fire and its effects and their skin has thus thickened and hardened into an almost naturally armoured hide. Such is the toughness of an Ashkin that only the sharpest of weapons, or the strongest of their wielders, could cut deep and hard enough to draw blood or cause serious injury. Yet in the volcanic wastes, such a defense isn't only advantageous, but necessary - for each day would bring the Ashkin tribes into contact with the aggressive, giant, reptilian monsters who ruled the ashlands as ever-starving kings.
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 20:24:36 GMT -8
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Post by Kinzokan Krypt on Nov 14, 2015 23:32:09 GMT -8
Krypt slowly nodded, but did not agree - just yet. "Very well, but I need something first. I need to know if I will die fighting them," he told her, with his gaze focused on her with a distinct intensity. "And I will need time to rest and prepare. I have been on the road for weeks, and thus I am not yet in a position to fight dangerous creatures like that and win."
"I'm sorry I must do this," he went on, "but I must ask if I can stay with you tonight. I must seek every advantage when hunting, you see."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2015 23:58:34 GMT -8
Neferet smiled again, one of the smiles that almost "her" smile. That smile that spoke of loneliness and resignation, a smile that spoke that it was alright if she was left alone to face this, it was not something that she hadn't already done before. The smile spoke of a woman that was prepared to take on the world's problems and try to make them as good as she could.
It was a sad smile. The saddest smile there was.
"It's alright, Robert." She lifted a hand to reach out for him, remembered, and that smile fleetingly crossed her lips again. "I understand." And she did. She truly did. The beasts were terrible and they were killing her people. She didn't want to sacrifice more to them.
And then Krypt spoke, and he pinned her with his red gaze. Hope briefly flared, and then she made herself tamper it out. Many other warriors and hunters had died. These beasts that were unseen, and they could just as easily kill him. Even so, he was so far the only man to step forward.
"Of course. My home is your home," she told him. It was not going to put her out at all, and she'd been mildly disappointed before that they had seemed to decline.
"You have to try this dessert. Rasha makes it especially for me," Neferet said as she reached to take a straw top off of a collection of what appeared to be steam fruits and sweet spices. She offered the plate first to Robert, and then to Krypt.
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Kinzokan Krypt
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 129
Physical Description: Kinzokan Krypt is a seven foot tall beast of muscle, violent scars and a wild mane of dark hair. Almost legendary for his status as a veteran of many battlefields, Krypt is known for his exceptional skill and combat prowess and because of his dark, ashen-coloured skin he is referred to in mercenary circles as "Kinzokan the Black".
He originally hailed from a volcanic land devastated by fire, brimstone, magma and ash and as such, his people are known as the Ashkin. Due to spending their entire lives surrounded by scorching heat and with little water that isn't boiling or steamed, the Ashkin are nigh impervious to fire and its effects and their skin has thus thickened and hardened into an almost naturally armoured hide. Such is the toughness of an Ashkin that only the sharpest of weapons, or the strongest of their wielders, could cut deep and hard enough to draw blood or cause serious injury. Yet in the volcanic wastes, such a defense isn't only advantageous, but necessary - for each day would bring the Ashkin tribes into contact with the aggressive, giant, reptilian monsters who ruled the ashlands as ever-starving kings.
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 20:24:36 GMT -8
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Post by Kinzokan Krypt on Nov 15, 2015 0:06:21 GMT -8
Again, Krypt shook his head in decline. "I cannot. Though I thank you for your hospitality, fruits and sugar are not a natural part of my diet. I eat meat almost exclusively, for in my home only meat is available for consumption," he explained, slowly moving back from the plate when offered.
"However, I will stay and keep you company until you are ready to retire. It seems to me that you don't get many visitors here," he assumed, while looking down at the jungle from over the balcony. "And I feel as though the more time you spend around my person, the more accurate your readings will be. That may be completely wrong, but it makes sense in my mind."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2015 0:28:08 GMT -8
"Oh, I see," she said quietly, a tinge of disappointment on her words as she lowered the food away from her. "I suppose that explains why you haven't eaten or drank anything," she said with a small laugh at herself. She felt awkward for a moment, but she nodded her head to Krypt's words, and then turned to Robert.
Her smile to Robert was a little warmer, a little more personal, as if it were a gesture only for her good friend and fellow Mayor. "Excuse us, Robert. Please, stay here for the night. It would be my pleasure. I can take you out to Gaiaton tomorrow and show you what progress we've made since last your visited."
Robert knew his way around for the most part, and Neferet gestured that she and Krypt should get up from the table. She walked with him towards the balustrade that edged the huge, wide balcony, so that the deep darkness of the jungle truly did surround them and the warm glow from inside her home barely caressed the curve of her cheek.
"How did you hear of me?" she asked him, reaching up to curl a stray strand of hair behind her ear, her light brown eyes on his face. She had no idea that he was dreaming of sugarplums in a winter wonderland, and was honestly a little uncomfortable with him. She couldn't get a read on him like she could with so many others, and she didn't want to touch him before she was... prepared.
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Kinzokan Krypt
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 129
Physical Description: Kinzokan Krypt is a seven foot tall beast of muscle, violent scars and a wild mane of dark hair. Almost legendary for his status as a veteran of many battlefields, Krypt is known for his exceptional skill and combat prowess and because of his dark, ashen-coloured skin he is referred to in mercenary circles as "Kinzokan the Black".
He originally hailed from a volcanic land devastated by fire, brimstone, magma and ash and as such, his people are known as the Ashkin. Due to spending their entire lives surrounded by scorching heat and with little water that isn't boiling or steamed, the Ashkin are nigh impervious to fire and its effects and their skin has thus thickened and hardened into an almost naturally armoured hide. Such is the toughness of an Ashkin that only the sharpest of weapons, or the strongest of their wielders, could cut deep and hard enough to draw blood or cause serious injury. Yet in the volcanic wastes, such a defense isn't only advantageous, but necessary - for each day would bring the Ashkin tribes into contact with the aggressive, giant, reptilian monsters who ruled the ashlands as ever-starving kings.
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 20:24:36 GMT -8
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Post by Kinzokan Krypt on Nov 15, 2015 0:47:16 GMT -8
Krypt nodded, then slowly stood and followed Neferet out towards the edge of the balcony. His ever-keen eyes sought out the darkness of the jungle, for one never knew when one was being watched by the beasts who hungered for flesh. "Travellers passed on the road," he told her, with a slow blink. "I came to a rest one night by a campfire at the side of the road, where other wanderers such as myself sought to stay together for protection in the darkness. You were one of the subjects that came up, though I will not repeat some of the things they said. Human men tend to openly speak about women in ways that would have their manhood's torn from their body by those females I grew up with."
He leaned forwards, arms resting on the edge of the balcony. "If you can truly read the future, then I am sure you know when I am going to die. I could even die tomorrow, or tonight. An arrow could strike me in the heart at this moment, or a beast could swoop down and tear through my throat before I can move. I imagine is must be difficult living with such knowledge, so difficult in fact that you appear to be showing me a kindness now I do not expect. Could it be that you have already seen my fate, and now feel guilty because of it? Have you seen in me the worst fate a man can have?"
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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 Nov 15, 2015 9:46:11 GMT -8
Robert accepts the dessert, scooping some onto his plate. He also fills a saucer with the fruit for Bennik.
"Thank you, Neferet. I think I will stay for the night. All this talk of killings has made me worried, I don't want to go out at night."
He hugs Bennik close. The peacock lets out snow indignant squawk. When Krypt and Neferet get up, he leans back, sighing.
"What do you think, Bennik? Should I send for Roxanne?"
Bennik chirps.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2015 12:55:25 GMT -8
As Krypt described the men who had described her, and described how the women of his people would not hold with such talk, Neferet smiled warmly and laughed a little on the breeze, her arms hugging her svelte waist a little tighter.
She turned her gaze out onto the jungle again when it seemed he was getting comfortable in her presence, leaning over to brace his elbows on the stone railing of the wide balcony. Unlike Krypt, when she looked out into the darkness, she wasn't looking for what might hurt her or kill her. She looked out into the darkness and wished for it, for a blessed silence and the ability to feel nothing. It was soothing to her, the darkness with naught but the sound of the trilling bugs, the occasional monkey's call to its brothers and sisters. It helped her to find peace.
So Krypt's words clashed with the feeling she was searching for. She took a moment to gather her thoughts before she spoke, for she realized at a young age that with the gift she had, people tended to hang upon them and use her words as truth. She never wanted to lead anyone astray, for she felt so much guilt already to know what things awaited them before they did.
"I think, Krypt, that for you the worst fate a man could have is to have no fate at all. This is not the case."
Bennik's chirp had her turning around a little and she smiled at the stark white peacock. "Good night, Robert. I'll see you in the morning," she said to him, and then turned back to Krypt. "Follow me, please."
And she led him to her own chamber [Exit to the Oracle's Pavilion].
Rasha came out and began to clear away the food that they had eaten, hesitating and then frowning deeply when she say Krypt's plate was empty and unused, and the tea that had been poured from him was cold and untouched in his cup. She scoffed. "What's wrong with that man that he didn't like my cooking?" Rasha asked, momentarily angry. Rasha was known as the best cook in Gaiaton, and she tutted like a displeased grandmother as she gathered up the plates and things with the help of the servants.
"Alright the, Robert. Let's get you to your rooms. I took the liberty to have them prepared as soon as you came to the door," Rasha said with a little wink as she led Robert. "Darling man, bringing me flowers. If I was twenty years younger..."
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Kinzokan Krypt
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 129
Physical Description: Kinzokan Krypt is a seven foot tall beast of muscle, violent scars and a wild mane of dark hair. Almost legendary for his status as a veteran of many battlefields, Krypt is known for his exceptional skill and combat prowess and because of his dark, ashen-coloured skin he is referred to in mercenary circles as "Kinzokan the Black".
He originally hailed from a volcanic land devastated by fire, brimstone, magma and ash and as such, his people are known as the Ashkin. Due to spending their entire lives surrounded by scorching heat and with little water that isn't boiling or steamed, the Ashkin are nigh impervious to fire and its effects and their skin has thus thickened and hardened into an almost naturally armoured hide. Such is the toughness of an Ashkin that only the sharpest of weapons, or the strongest of their wielders, could cut deep and hard enough to draw blood or cause serious injury. Yet in the volcanic wastes, such a defense isn't only advantageous, but necessary - for each day would bring the Ashkin tribes into contact with the aggressive, giant, reptilian monsters who ruled the ashlands as ever-starving kings.
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 20:24:36 GMT -8
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Post by Kinzokan Krypt on Nov 15, 2015 13:56:21 GMT -8
Krypt listened carefully, but said nothing. He spoke only with a nod, and stood there watching over the balcony until finally Neferet requested he follow her. He turned, still silent, and began to follow her to wherever she planned to lead him.
As they walked, he couldn't help but admire her beauty. He was a man, after all, and men had hungry eyes.
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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 Nov 15, 2015 14:02:29 GMT -8
"Well...good night."
Robert stretches and follows Rasha, grinning at her.
"Oh, don't mention it. You said you loved flowers last time I was here, and it just so happened that I found a surplus of Medanese tulips. You can't usually get those around here. Do you like gardening? I'll bring you some bulbs next time."
Bennik squawks.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2015 14:12:39 GMT -8
Rasha was watching Krypt walk away with Neferet, the large Ash Kin dwarfing Neferet's slender frame easily. Rasha wasn't blind, she could see the way the man looked at Neferet with those hungry eyes, and what's more, she noticed the brawn and the scars and the aloof, straight forward attitude.
"Bulbs?" Rasha asked, turning her head back to Robert as they walked in the opposite direction. "Oh, child, I don't have time for gardening in my life when I'm running this house all day long," she said, gesturing to the mountain manor around them.
"What do you think of that grey-skinned man?" Rasha asked. "Do you think he can kill the beasts?" It seemed that Rasha's questioning went deeper than just that, all the while her hand stroking over Bennik's head.
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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 Nov 15, 2015 14:41:34 GMT -8
Robert also looks over at the man.
""What do I think? He's big, for sure...and those muscles..."
Bennick pecks him.
"Ouch! Oh, about the monsters? I dunno. I don't know anything about them. I might send for my cousin Roxy, though. Have you ever met her? She's a monster hunter."
He follows Rasha to his room.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2015 15:23:46 GMT -8
"I don't think I've ever had the pleasure," Rasha said as she opened the door to Robert's room and let him inside.  It was warm and welcoming, and the walls above them were painted to represent the stars outside. The first room they came upon was a sitting room, with a low table at its center and shelves carved into the walls. Artistic murals of heroic legends were painted on the walls, and the mountainside had been carved out to form windows. A short staircase directly to the left led up to the bedroom that was simple and to the point. It, too, was painted like the sitting room, with a starscape overhead and little pockets for candles that were already lit to sparkle. The bed was straight forward, and made with burgundy silk coverlets and pillows. On the other end of the room was a brazier and a tub carved from the stone of the wall, filled with water. "The water has been freshly poured. Light the brazier for the stones if you'd like to warm it up," Rasha said, and waved a hand. "Oh, you now how to do it." She chuckled and almost left before she hesitated and turned back to Robert with both of her dark brows arched on her lovely, elderly face. "Shall I take the Medanese Tulips to the Gray Warrior, then?" she asked teasingly, making sure that Robert knew she hadn't missed a thing. |
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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 Nov 15, 2015 15:41:00 GMT -8
Robert walks in, admiring the luxurious room.
"Ooh, very cozy. Thank you, Rasha."
When she teases him about the tulips, he chuckles.
"No, those are for you. I don't think he'd be one for flowers, really. But you never know."
He walks towards the tub, but Bennik beats him to it, jumping in and splashing.
"Oh, you silly bird..."
Turning back to Rasha, Robert kisses her on the forehead.
"Thanks, Rasha. I'll see you in the morning."
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