Naenia the Watcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 246 
Age: Ageless and eternal.
Physical Description: At an average 5'7", Naenia is of an equally average figure, albeit with noticeable curves. Her eyes are a brilliant blue, and her hair, which is various shades of blonde, falls to her lower back. Her features are pleasing, many would likely even call her beautiful, but her attractiveness is tempered by her usually solemn expression. Given she is an angelic being, Naenia possesses a pair of shining white-feathered wings, large enough to easily lift her frame aloft and fly swiftly for long distances.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, Naenia can be seen wearing her angelic armor, and indeed, none have seen her outside of it; in truth, she possesses the will to transform her armor (and scabbard and blade) into any number of appearances, including intricate hooded robes and simple dresses (or in the case of her weapon, a holy book to better channel her holy magics). Aside from this, she also carries a sword (and its companion scabbard) which is used as a focus and channel for her holy magics.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 15:35:48 GMT -8
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Post by Naenia the Watcher on Mar 7, 2016 12:52:31 GMT -8
Now that got an open reaction from Naenia. The moment Spero revealed himself for who he was, her eyes rounded in alarm, and she immediately dropped to kneel before him, gauntlet-clad hand curled into a fist and pressed over her heart. "Lord Spero. Forgive me." Although now she was even more confused. Why would Spero the Hopeful be consorting with a demon? Weren't demons evil? Her eyes flicked back and forth across the sands as she tried to process this. Apparently Spero liked this demon, so...
"..To Lord Spero's companion.. I.. beg your forgiveness.. I should not have.. tried to attack you." The words seemed almost dragged out of her, as if every one of them heart her throat just to be uttered. She'd always been taught that demons were evil, and they must be banished back to the Hellscape. But Spero was.. err.. intimate with one. She was so very, very bewildered.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2016 12:57:23 GMT -8
Ymir looks up at Spero in his bright shininess, then at Naenia.
"It's fine...it's what angels do, I guess...smite demons. At least, that's what I thought before I met Spero..."
She's going to let me go? Is Spero really a lord? I had no idea he was such a high-ranked angel.
She wipes her eyes, looking up at the two angels.
"Thank you, Miss...And thank you, Spero."
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Spero
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 111 
Age: Eternal
Physical Description: Roughly 6'2 with a 14' foot wing span. He has straight black hair that runs to mid back. His eyes are a bright shining silver, that occasionally flashes gold. He is as handsome as you would think an angel would be, though instead of the soft features his are rugged. He almost always has friendly, inviting, smile that puts others at ease.
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Clothes and Equipment: Set of holy silver armor inlaid with gold. Holy spear, holy bow with quiver of holy arrows. A simple set of traveling clothes, and a back pack in which he stores his gear.
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Registered: Jan 29, 2016 14:24:06 GMT -8
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Post by Spero on Mar 7, 2016 16:37:57 GMT -8
Spero smiles and claps his hands. He banishes his arm, and hides his wings. He leaves his aura up though. Ymir didn't seem bothered by it, and it was uncomfortable to bottle it up. He smiles at Ymir, and then Naenia. Everything was settled, and no one had gotten hurt. This was the best outcome.
"No need to kneel Naenia, and no need to apologize. I know what you were taught. While I don't completely agree with it, it isn't completely wrong either. Most demons never realize they have a choice, and are irredeemably evil. Some demons though, find a better path. Just as some angels find a worse one. You should be wary, but don't leap to a judgement. We should never strike the first blow, only the last one."
Gentle admonishment given, Spero stretches his arms over his head. He then wraps one around Ymir's shoulder.
"So Naenia, what brings you to this plane? You have the look of a guardian angel. Do you have a mission? Or is it just normal patrolling?"
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Naenia the Watcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 246
Age: Ageless and eternal.
Physical Description: At an average 5'7", Naenia is of an equally average figure, albeit with noticeable curves. Her eyes are a brilliant blue, and her hair, which is various shades of blonde, falls to her lower back. Her features are pleasing, many would likely even call her beautiful, but her attractiveness is tempered by her usually solemn expression. Given she is an angelic being, Naenia possesses a pair of shining white-feathered wings, large enough to easily lift her frame aloft and fly swiftly for long distances.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, Naenia can be seen wearing her angelic armor, and indeed, none have seen her outside of it; in truth, she possesses the will to transform her armor (and scabbard and blade) into any number of appearances, including intricate hooded robes and simple dresses (or in the case of her weapon, a holy book to better channel her holy magics). Aside from this, she also carries a sword (and its companion scabbard) which is used as a focus and channel for her holy magics.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 15:35:48 GMT -8
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Post by Naenia the Watcher on Mar 8, 2016 0:05:56 GMT -8
Being told to stand, Naenia rose to her feet, clasping her hands behind her as her wings folded against her back. She glanced between Spero and Ymir repeatedly, trying to decide how she felt about the Seraphim clearly copulating with the succubus. It was unsettling. And it also put a hole in much of what she'd been taught. She listened closely to Spero as he spoke, and nodded slowly. "I see. This is not what I have been told. Thank you for your wisdom, Lord Spero.. I will consider this very closely in my meditations."
Being asked why she was on the mortal plane managed to snare her attention fully, and she seemed truly at ease for the first time. "I have come to learn better the ways of mortals, that I may more efficiently and thoroughly fulfill my duties. I believe it will allow me to better achieve my first Virtue, and perhaps work my way towards others, if I live for a time among those I am sworn to watch over." Speaking of her duties as a Guardian, and her presence on this plane, was much safer territory.
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Spero
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 111
Age: Eternal
Physical Description: Roughly 6'2 with a 14' foot wing span. He has straight black hair that runs to mid back. His eyes are a bright shining silver, that occasionally flashes gold. He is as handsome as you would think an angel would be, though instead of the soft features his are rugged. He almost always has friendly, inviting, smile that puts others at ease.
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Clothes and Equipment: Set of holy silver armor inlaid with gold. Holy spear, holy bow with quiver of holy arrows. A simple set of traveling clothes, and a back pack in which he stores his gear.
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Registered: Jan 29, 2016 14:24:06 GMT -8
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Post by Spero on Mar 8, 2016 9:49:48 GMT -8
Spero smiles at Nasenia, glad the change in topic put her at ease. He understands her concerns, but doesn't share them. Which was why he was no longer a Guardian. He was deemed to forgiving. Which he thought was an, odd issue for them to have with him. Still it made sense, the Guardians and the angels of Wrath were, the closest thing the celestial realm had to a military. So being quick to act was a must.
Spero had undergone the training, but he couldn't get behind it. To him, it seemed silly to condemn someone for what they were. People cannot help their birth, so let their actions speak for them. Still, it would be up to Naenia to make her own judgements. No need for him to force his morality on anyone.
"That is good to hear. Mortals have much to teach us, they see much in their short lives. I am sure you will learn much, see much, and make many friends. I am still trying to recall why I was sent here. Something must have happened when I descended. I can't recall the lead up, to me leaving the celestial plane."
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Naenia the Watcher
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 246
Age: Ageless and eternal.
Physical Description: At an average 5'7", Naenia is of an equally average figure, albeit with noticeable curves. Her eyes are a brilliant blue, and her hair, which is various shades of blonde, falls to her lower back. Her features are pleasing, many would likely even call her beautiful, but her attractiveness is tempered by her usually solemn expression. Given she is an angelic being, Naenia possesses a pair of shining white-feathered wings, large enough to easily lift her frame aloft and fly swiftly for long distances.
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Clothes and Equipment: Most frequently, Naenia can be seen wearing her angelic armor, and indeed, none have seen her outside of it; in truth, she possesses the will to transform her armor (and scabbard and blade) into any number of appearances, including intricate hooded robes and simple dresses (or in the case of her weapon, a holy book to better channel her holy magics). Aside from this, she also carries a sword (and its companion scabbard) which is used as a focus and channel for her holy magics.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 11, 2016 15:35:48 GMT -8
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Post by Naenia the Watcher on Mar 8, 2016 11:27:47 GMT -8
Her brows drew together as Spero confessed to not remembering why he was here. That was.. odd. What could have possibly happened to the Seraphim to make him lose a portion of his memory? "That is.. troublesome, Lord Spero. Perhaps you were attacked in some manner during your descent?" She just.. wasn't going to touch on the subject of her.. making friends. Friends just weren't on the table. Friends were for mortals. She didn't even really have any close acquaintances on the Celestial Plane. She did her job, and that was it.
But then it occurred to her. Maybe that was part of her problem..? Maybe she had failed to achieve her first Virtue by isolating herself and focusing too much on doing her duty to the letter, rather than thinking of the reason behind her duties, and the people they were meant to serve? Hm. An interesting prospect. She would have to rethink this 'friends' business. But she couldn't do that here. Offering a quick bow, Naenia stepped away and spread her wings. "If you will excuse me, Lord Spero, I believe I need to consider some of the things you have said. Have a pleasant day."
With her wings spread, she flapped them and pushed off, taking to the sky. She needed to find a quiet place to meditate.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 6:54:55 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2016 17:09:05 GMT -8
Ymir watches the angel go.
Oh...she's flying away. So that's another angel, then? Is that how they all think? Is Spero really the only one who would like me?
Sighing, she walks over to Spero and wraps her arms around him.
"Thank you, Spero. You saved me from a smiting. And you changed her mind, you didn't just order her...I never knew you were such a high-ranking angel, though."
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Spero
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 111
Age: Eternal
Physical Description: Roughly 6'2 with a 14' foot wing span. He has straight black hair that runs to mid back. His eyes are a bright shining silver, that occasionally flashes gold. He is as handsome as you would think an angel would be, though instead of the soft features his are rugged. He almost always has friendly, inviting, smile that puts others at ease.
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Clothes and Equipment: Set of holy silver armor inlaid with gold. Holy spear, holy bow with quiver of holy arrows. A simple set of traveling clothes, and a back pack in which he stores his gear.
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Registered: Jan 29, 2016 14:24:06 GMT -8
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Post by Spero on Mar 9, 2016 18:57:50 GMT -8
Spero returns the embrace. He enjoys her warmth and softness. With his aura released, he seems to glow from within. Being in side of his arms, makes it nearly impossible to worry. Impossible not to have hope. So long as Ymir trusts him, then she should not be harmed by his aura.
"No need to thank me. I am your knight in shining armor after all. I believe that makes it my duty to protect you. I also don't consider my position all that important. Though if you are curious, I am a Seraphim. Which is the highest choir."
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Apr 26, 2016 21:31:41 GMT -8
Roxanne walks down the beach, sipping contentedly on her lemonade ice. She wears a light cotton tunic, and has exchanged her usual pants for a flowing skirt. Normally, she wouldn't be caught dead in a skirt, but the heat demanded it. Besides, it was time to relax, not fight. Finding a secluded spot of the beach, she laid out a blanket and sat down in the shade to enjoy a nice cold cucumber sandwich.
"Ahh..."
Sighing contentedly, she munches on her sandwich and starts writing a letter to her cousin Roy. Life is good.
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Sora Owaru
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 19
Physical Description: Sora is a youthful in appearance due to his delicate features. These delicate features appear to be erring on the side of feminine to many, which is something he is somewhat sensitive about.
He has long brown hair that he usually wears in a ponytail, to keep it out of his way while he is training or doing other tasks. When he is not doing anything as strenuous, however, he usually wears his hair down. When worn in this style it reaches his mid-back.
Sora has gray eyes, that turn to green or blue depending on the lighting.He seems to always carry himself with a sense of nobility, which was expected of him as a lord's son - nothing more than an old habit now.
Sora is 19 now, though he appears to be a few years younger. Despite this, he stands at 5'8''. He is slim, but stronger than one might expect.
Clothes and Equipment: Sora is usually wearing a light garb made of silk with provides comfort and flexibility for training, or meditating, or any task really. He also carries a daisho, consisting of a wakizashi and katana, two blades he earned when he became a samurai. His clothes have become worn from travel, however, since he has had little opportunity to wash them or change them otherwise.
Registered: Dec 19, 2015 8:51:03 GMT -8
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Post by Sora Owaru on Apr 27, 2016 16:52:43 GMT -8
Sora had washed up on the beach a bit farther down from where Roxanne had settled in the shade on the secluded beach. He had been laying in the sand for quite a while, as the tide had receded already since he washed up.
It's warm here... he thought dully as he stared at the sandy ground near his head listlessly, his thoughts clouded by exhaustion and pain. His breathing was shallow and wheezing as well. Sticking out of Sora's back was a feathered arrow which had embedded itself into his flesh.
His mind went back to his home during these moments as he waited to die on the beach, thoughts of family of his sensei. Whatever happened to his sensei, most likely dead as well? His father he for sure knew was dead, he died in the war. Sora was supposed to defend his family in his father's stead as his heir, and he had failed. He was forced to run away, and yet even still he would die on this beach, far away from home. His only regret was that he did not have the strength to end it all himself, nor did he have his swords to do it, he had lost those in the water at some point, it was a good thing he did too, he would have probably drowned if they were not thrashed loose by the waves.
If he had been wearing his armor he would have also drowned, most likely. He had been wearing only silken clothes when the ship was attacked however, and it seemed he was still wearing those same clothes, albeit a bit tattered and ripped where the arrow had embedded itself.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Apr 27, 2016 17:36:00 GMT -8
Dear Roy,
How have you been? How is the academy? I've been rather busy, and haven't had a chance to sit down and write a letter in quite some time. Now, however, I've got plenty of time! I'm on vacation in Carmela, and I wish you were here. They have lemonade ices, just like the ones they used to sell at the fair, and the beaches are just gorgeous. Soft white sands, warm waters, and tall palm trees. I've just arrived, and already I'm more relaxed than I've been in months. I love it here, and you would too! There are no tentacle monsters in these waters, as far as I'm aware of. Anyway, I heard that you've managed to get yourself a girlfriend! Congratulations! Best of luck with that, and I hope she treats you well. In any case, I'll be here for a couple of weeks, and I'll send you a pineapple. Hope to see you soon!
Best wishes, Roxanne.
Roxy looks up from her letter, folding it up and sticking it in her pocket. It's been far too long since she's been able to send a letter to Roy, much less see him. As she slurps her lemonade ice, she notices someone lying on the beach. Not too unusual, she's lying on the beach herself. However, the figure looks tattered and weak, and appears to be little more than a child. Years of almost-but-not-quite-maternal instincts (gained when she looked after Roy as a child) kick in, and she gets up to investigate. Carrying her sandwich but leaving the lemonade, she walks over and kneels down next to the boy. He really does look young, and in rather poor shape. Roxanne's brow furrows with concern as she reaches out to gently stroke the boy's face.
"Hello? Are you alive?"
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Sora Owaru
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 19
Physical Description: Sora is a youthful in appearance due to his delicate features. These delicate features appear to be erring on the side of feminine to many, which is something he is somewhat sensitive about.
He has long brown hair that he usually wears in a ponytail, to keep it out of his way while he is training or doing other tasks. When he is not doing anything as strenuous, however, he usually wears his hair down. When worn in this style it reaches his mid-back.
Sora has gray eyes, that turn to green or blue depending on the lighting.He seems to always carry himself with a sense of nobility, which was expected of him as a lord's son - nothing more than an old habit now.
Sora is 19 now, though he appears to be a few years younger. Despite this, he stands at 5'8''. He is slim, but stronger than one might expect.
Clothes and Equipment: Sora is usually wearing a light garb made of silk with provides comfort and flexibility for training, or meditating, or any task really. He also carries a daisho, consisting of a wakizashi and katana, two blades he earned when he became a samurai. His clothes have become worn from travel, however, since he has had little opportunity to wash them or change them otherwise.
Registered: Dec 19, 2015 8:51:03 GMT -8
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Post by Sora Owaru on Apr 27, 2016 19:12:49 GMT -8
Sora's eyes flickered to the figure that stood over him. When she stroked his face his only reaction was to blink. He did not seem to be very responsive to her words beyond this simple gesture. The pain of the arrow in his back was simply to unbearable to do anything.
Sora was clearly alive, but not in good condition. At least the wound from the arrow was not bleeding due to the shaft being embedded in his flesh.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Apr 27, 2016 19:25:25 GMT -8
Roxanne gasps when she sees the arrow sticking out of the boy's back. Who could possibly shoot a child? Why had he turned up all the way over here? He looked Katashiman, but it was such a long way from Katashima...had he had the arrow in his back for the whole boat trip? Leaning over him, she took a careful look at the arrow. It clearly needed to come out, but simply yanking it out could quite possibly kill him. Even lifting him up and carrying him could injure him at this point. Running back to her blanket, she brings back her lemonade ice. Not perfect, but the boy needed something to drink. Kneeling down next to him she carefully lifts his head and pours a small sip into his mouth.
"Shh...you need something to drink, you're dehydrated."
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Sora Owaru
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 19
Physical Description: Sora is a youthful in appearance due to his delicate features. These delicate features appear to be erring on the side of feminine to many, which is something he is somewhat sensitive about.
He has long brown hair that he usually wears in a ponytail, to keep it out of his way while he is training or doing other tasks. When he is not doing anything as strenuous, however, he usually wears his hair down. When worn in this style it reaches his mid-back.
Sora has gray eyes, that turn to green or blue depending on the lighting.He seems to always carry himself with a sense of nobility, which was expected of him as a lord's son - nothing more than an old habit now.
Sora is 19 now, though he appears to be a few years younger. Despite this, he stands at 5'8''. He is slim, but stronger than one might expect.
Clothes and Equipment: Sora is usually wearing a light garb made of silk with provides comfort and flexibility for training, or meditating, or any task really. He also carries a daisho, consisting of a wakizashi and katana, two blades he earned when he became a samurai. His clothes have become worn from travel, however, since he has had little opportunity to wash them or change them otherwise.
Registered: Dec 19, 2015 8:51:03 GMT -8
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Post by Sora Owaru on Apr 27, 2016 20:03:55 GMT -8
Sora would take a couple sips of the lemonade ice, the cool liquid sending a refreshing sensation throughout him. Who was this woman, and where was he? He could only see blurry outlines so he could not tell for sure. She seemed to be helping him though. He could only hope she wouldn't try to pull the arrow out. The pain was unbearable as it was, and he did not want to be moved at all.
As long as he stayed perfectly still it would not hurt as much. However, even breath exacerbated the pain if he wasn't careful. He also had some trouble breathing, perhaps the arrow had played a part in that. Despite having taken a couple sips of the lemonade ice Sora remained unresponsive for the most part. He had little energy and he dared not speak or do anything that could make the pain worse. Sora would close his eyes now, simply lying in the sand. Despite not being in critical condition right at that moment, he seemed to be fading slowly, and would eventually die on his own if nothing was done.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Apr 27, 2016 20:44:36 GMT -8
Roxanne notices that the boy is fading, and stands up quickly. She bites her lip, looking at him in concern. Even though she's got no idea who this kid is, she somehow feels compelled to help him. He reminds her vaguely of Roy, when he got ill and she had to take care of him.
"Oh dear...you need to get to a hospital. Quickly. Wait right here..."
As she walks away, Roxanne has a sudden thought. The doctors here might not take kindly to a Katashiman, even a kid. He might get locked up, especially if they thought he was trouble. Running to her backpack, she retrieves and brings back her first aid kit. It's filled with magical bandages (inscribed with healing runes) and a few health potions. Kneeling beside the boy, she gently lifts his head up and tips one of the health potions into his mouth.
"Drink this, you're going to need it."
Taking a deep breath, she looks over at the arrow in his back. She's taken arrows out before, of course. A few times, she's taken them out of herself. It's just one of those things you learn as a bounty hunter. However, she was a little apprehensive about taking it out of this boy. He seemed so fragile, so frail...she didn't want to hurt him. Shaking her head, she grabbed some equipment out of the bag and swiftly removed the arrow from his back. It would only take a few moments, and wouldn't hurt him unduly.
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Sora Owaru
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 19
Physical Description: Sora is a youthful in appearance due to his delicate features. These delicate features appear to be erring on the side of feminine to many, which is something he is somewhat sensitive about.
He has long brown hair that he usually wears in a ponytail, to keep it out of his way while he is training or doing other tasks. When he is not doing anything as strenuous, however, he usually wears his hair down. When worn in this style it reaches his mid-back.
Sora has gray eyes, that turn to green or blue depending on the lighting.He seems to always carry himself with a sense of nobility, which was expected of him as a lord's son - nothing more than an old habit now.
Sora is 19 now, though he appears to be a few years younger. Despite this, he stands at 5'8''. He is slim, but stronger than one might expect.
Clothes and Equipment: Sora is usually wearing a light garb made of silk with provides comfort and flexibility for training, or meditating, or any task really. He also carries a daisho, consisting of a wakizashi and katana, two blades he earned when he became a samurai. His clothes have become worn from travel, however, since he has had little opportunity to wash them or change them otherwise.
Registered: Dec 19, 2015 8:51:03 GMT -8
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Post by Sora Owaru on Apr 28, 2016 16:34:23 GMT -8
Sora would drink the healing potion. If she was poisoning him, well, he was going to die anyway and perhaps the poison would be less painful. The healing potion tasted somewhat strange, not as good as the lemonade. When Roxanne begins to take out the arrow though, she would be able to clearly see his face contort in pain slightly, but otherwise he did not have the energy to yell out. His breathing did quicken slightly as the arrow was taken out.
The pain from drawing the arrow out would eventually make Sora pass out about mid-way through it's extraction.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Apr 28, 2016 18:11:31 GMT -8
Roxanne sighs, looking over the tip of the arrow carefully. It seems to be all intact, which is good. It means that there's no more bits in the poor boy's back. Pulling out the magic bandages, she begins binding the injury and pouring a little more healing potion into his mouth.
"Shh...you're alright."
She gently strokes his face until he awakens, reminded heavily of Roy. The boy seems a little more buff, but has the same sort of youthful innocence in his face.
"What's your name? Don't worry, you're alright now."
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Sora Owaru
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 19
Physical Description: Sora is a youthful in appearance due to his delicate features. These delicate features appear to be erring on the side of feminine to many, which is something he is somewhat sensitive about.
He has long brown hair that he usually wears in a ponytail, to keep it out of his way while he is training or doing other tasks. When he is not doing anything as strenuous, however, he usually wears his hair down. When worn in this style it reaches his mid-back.
Sora has gray eyes, that turn to green or blue depending on the lighting.He seems to always carry himself with a sense of nobility, which was expected of him as a lord's son - nothing more than an old habit now.
Sora is 19 now, though he appears to be a few years younger. Despite this, he stands at 5'8''. He is slim, but stronger than one might expect.
Clothes and Equipment: Sora is usually wearing a light garb made of silk with provides comfort and flexibility for training, or meditating, or any task really. He also carries a daisho, consisting of a wakizashi and katana, two blades he earned when he became a samurai. His clothes have become worn from travel, however, since he has had little opportunity to wash them or change them otherwise.
Registered: Dec 19, 2015 8:51:03 GMT -8
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Post by Sora Owaru on Apr 29, 2016 19:45:11 GMT -8
When Sora awakens a while later, the pain seems to be greatly diminished, and he can feel bandages in place of the arrow on his back. His back was still sore, but it was not as bad as it used to be. Groaning quietly, he opened his eyes. Grey hues would stare up at Roxanne, somewhat confused as she asked his name.
"Sora..." he said quietly, his voice low and distraught. As the clouds of pain had now left his mind, a new sort of pain would take it's place as the realization of his family's deaths returned, "Where am I?" he cautioned to ask as he struggled to sit up and look around. Despite the lack of pain his body was still weak as the accelerated healing took a lot of energy out of him as it continued its work.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 816
Age: 22
Physical Description: Roxanne is tall with white hair and a narrow, athletic build. She has a pleasant face and only a couple of scars.
Clothes and Equipment: Heavy armor, Elven bow (stolen), and a longsword.
Player's online availability : Early mornings and late evenings
Registered: Aug 2, 2015 8:58:10 GMT -8
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Apr 29, 2016 19:52:27 GMT -8
Roxanne smiles kindly at Sora as he opens his eyes. She realizes how frightened and confused he may be, having just washed up on an unknown shore with an arrow in his back.
"You're on Carmela Island, in Gauldin. Shh, don't worry. You're safe now. I'm Roxanne, I took that arrow out of your back. See?"
She holds up the arrow for him to see, the blood on the tip now dried. Still smiling, she looks the boy over inquisitively. He definitely looks foreign, probably Katashiman. Still, it's always good to make sure.
"Where are you from, Sora? You look like you've come a long way."
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Sora Owaru
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Roleplay posts: 53
Age: 19
Physical Description: Sora is a youthful in appearance due to his delicate features. These delicate features appear to be erring on the side of feminine to many, which is something he is somewhat sensitive about.
He has long brown hair that he usually wears in a ponytail, to keep it out of his way while he is training or doing other tasks. When he is not doing anything as strenuous, however, he usually wears his hair down. When worn in this style it reaches his mid-back.
Sora has gray eyes, that turn to green or blue depending on the lighting.He seems to always carry himself with a sense of nobility, which was expected of him as a lord's son - nothing more than an old habit now.
Sora is 19 now, though he appears to be a few years younger. Despite this, he stands at 5'8''. He is slim, but stronger than one might expect.
Clothes and Equipment: Sora is usually wearing a light garb made of silk with provides comfort and flexibility for training, or meditating, or any task really. He also carries a daisho, consisting of a wakizashi and katana, two blades he earned when he became a samurai. His clothes have become worn from travel, however, since he has had little opportunity to wash them or change them otherwise.
Registered: Dec 19, 2015 8:51:03 GMT -8
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Post by Sora Owaru on Apr 29, 2016 20:28:41 GMT -8
Slowly Sora manages to sit up, propping himself up shakily with his arms. Eventually though he lies back down, as sitting up right now was tiring.
"I am from Katashima," he said, before adding, "Of the Owaru clan."
Was of the Owaru clan... he added on mentally, his expression saddening slightly as he stared up at the blue skies. His clan was no more, with only him as the sole survivor. He did not have the strength to protect his clan, he was not strong enough. He was a failure. Sora's perfectionist nature and fear of failure took a heavy toll on him now in the face of complete defeat.
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