Deleted
Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 6:52:05 GMT -8
|
Post by Deleted on May 15, 2016 20:45:27 GMT -8
She was a terrible co-traveler. A terrible friend, a terrible cohort. A terrible everything, actually, as Rafaela was almost 99% focused on herself and her own glories and gain. Now that she was looking at Enigma--actually looking at him-- she felt a little tingle of guilt fizzle and pop in her belly before it all but disappeared.
He did not look awesome. Then again, neither did Rafaela. They made quite a pair, didn't they?
"I'm sure there is. My cousin used to run this place, so I'm sure I can use a little charm and get us something good," Rafaela said, pushing away from the railing and walking alongside Enigma.
Uncomfortable with the sultry heat of the place, she took off her hood and then unbuckled her vest around her body, sliding it off and leaving her in her shirt sleeves. She plucked the material of her shirt by two fingers and then batted it away from her body, kicking up a slight breeze against the flesh of her torso and her chest.
"Are you in the mood for something particular, or will anything be okay?" She wasn't sure if she could eat, but she knew that she should. She'd probably dropped a couple pounds on the boat ride over from being sick and she'd need to regain those calories and energy because she put any effort into tracking down her lead.
|
|
Enigma
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 164 
Age: 25 or 987
Physical Description: Human: Enigma appears to be a human male around the age of 25. He has jet black hair which falls just past his jawline. He has one light blue eye and one dark brown eye. He stands at 6'1'' with an average build, not as well muscled as a warrior or fighter would be.
Dragon: Enigma is a black dragon of imposing size in his full dragon form, which is around the size of a dragon approaching over one thousand years old. Enigma's eye colors are the same while in this form as they are in human form.
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Size: length - 70 ft height - 37 ft
Clothes and Equipment: In his human form Enigma wears whatever clothes is available to him. Whether these be simply rags or perhaps a nice set of leather it does not matter. The clothes he happens to be wearing at the time are destroyed when he enters dragon form either way.
Player's online availability : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ
Registered: Aug 25, 2015 19:17:01 GMT -8
|
Post by Enigma on May 15, 2016 21:36:37 GMT -8
"Not in the mood for anything in particular, anything will do," he said, somewhat distracted as he looked around the place. He had never been to Carmela before, but it seemed like a nice place. It was hot, yes, but he seemed to be able to deal with it much easier than Rafaela. Plus, the bright blue waters and tropical trees and beaches also seemed nice. This would be a good place to stick around for a while, he figured. Much better than Bayonne at least, as it got cold at night at Bayonne, and he had spent many nights on the streets alone and nearly freezing to death. He suspected here it wouldn't be so bad at least.
He seemed to be thoughtful at the time, and would follow Rafaela for now wherever she would lead him. He was not very familiar with this place after all.
|
|
Deleted
Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 6:52:05 GMT -8
|
Post by Deleted on May 16, 2016 7:19:01 GMT -8
"Oh. Well. That makes my job easy," she quipped. She shoved her hood and vest into the bag that hung from one shoulder and took out a ribbon to tie her silver-white hair into a high and messy bun. Her mouth was dry, and worse than that, it tasted like vomit, so she could probably do with a sweet-tasting drink and some delicious food right about now.
"Okay, come on. Let me feed you and then..." She paused in their walk to look the skinny, dark-haired accomplice of hers over. "... Get you some new clothes. I don't know what you were thinking when you broke into that shop."
Technically, it had been Rafaela's idea, and technically, she had goaded Enigma into it given he was naked and they were trying to escape the cartel, but in her defense, she'd been high off her ass on Fairy Dust and no one in their right mind should have listened to her.
So that was Enigma's fault.
Anyway, she took Enigma by the wrist and led him off the wharf and towards Downtown Carmela, where music was in the air.
[Exit to Downtown Carmela]
|
|
Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410 
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
|
Post by Jun of the Celadine on May 31, 2016 22:13:25 GMT -8
Jun returns once again to Carmela Island, this time on an important mission. She didn't know anything about this crystal or what exactly the Sun Marshalls wanted with it, but she knew she wasn't going to try to steal it. Instead she wanted to try a diplomatic approach.
Her little ferry would bring her here sometime in the middle of the day.
While she was here, she would have to remember to withdraw money from her bank account.
<Exit to Island>
|
|
Norman Persson
Established
The rhyming lizard is back, yo!
Roleplay posts: 36
Age: Way old
Physical Description: An old lizardkin, with worn yellow scales and a weary stare.
Clothes and Equipment: Covers himself with a blue cloak made of fine cloth. Carries a spellbook that bears evil marks and wards. Supports his bent posture with a walking stick that is just a long stick.
Registered: Oct 9, 2015 11:03:41 GMT -8
|
Post by Norman Persson on Aug 17, 2016 4:37:28 GMT -8
The Calcutta arrived at the shores of Carmela, bringing with it the pleasant fruity smell of Gauldish delights. Carmela was a famed vacation spot for the rich and the powerful and the… Influential. A meek lizard like Norman and a no-name sellsword like Alistar would have little to no chance at arriving to this place. Fortunately Alistar was a master Negotiator, and they lucked a passage on a cargo ship delivering rare wines no the resort. As soon as the crew lowered the gangplank Norman excited, with his new friend. “…which is why I never delve with pyromancies. Unlike earth magic, it burns my scaly fingers.” He was finishing up the lecture to Alistar The Drake, who had been asking about the extent of Norman’s abilities. He had given a thorough explanation entirely in limerick about why he is exclusively an earth magic user. A lot of technical terms were thrown about. As well as the physiological qualities of the lizard folk, which would take longer than convenient time to unpack. Norman yawned and stretched his back, which let out a sound reminiscent of a güiro. “Oh, how long I’ve waited for this day to arrive Carmelan women you know are, ah… hospitable We’re in no rush to go out and get killed in the jungle So what do you say about a few rounds of tipple?" Norman pointed a wrinkly finger towards a local taproom on the beach, from where loud music and a distinct smell of pineapples resonated. “Vauc’Tutt n’ Butts t’night, we drink lots." Not giving Alistar a chance to resist, Norman pulled him decisively along towards the establishment. |
|
Alistar The Drake
Established
I like sleep, it's like death but without the committment.
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 23
Physical Description: Standing at six feet tall, incredibly fit and athletic due to his profession. Has dark brown hair with hazel eyes, a scar running down his left eye vertically from a previous bout with a knight. Tends to be clean from the look of his face and armor.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears plate armor made from an alloy that makes it lighter than most conventional plate armor, allowing him more movement and freedom. Equipped with an enchanted one-hand sword named Apohpis, its enchantment is flame. Meaning the blade by the will of the bearer can be ignited by a magical fire, which burns hotter than orthodox flames. From his blade it is, where he got the title "The Drake". Alistar does not use a shield instead he sports a second weapon. A simple steel dagger to increase his attack options. He has more than one though, located throughout his body such as boots and wrists, hidden really well. The only daggers noticeable is 3 that he has in a belt on the left side of his hip used to throw.
Player's online availability : Too often for my own good
Registered: Aug 8, 2016 10:48:58 GMT -8
|
Post by Alistar The Drake on Aug 19, 2016 0:22:49 GMT -8
Alistar would nod at Norman whilst he threw around technical terms to elaborate on why he didn't delve into fire magic. It was fine, he would only try to find another that can suit his needs on his journey. Alistar looks at the harbor, getting bigger in each passing seconds as The Calcutta nears port. Once they arrive Norman stands up to stretch before walking off the ship with Norman. As he looks around he would be brought back into reality with Norman speaking about a bar and drinking and whatnot. "Hm?" Alistar says before he starts to get hauled off to a source of loud dancing and music. "Oh sure Norman, i'll go with you. I'm not going to drink though. It's better to have a clear head most of the time."
|
|
