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 May 4, 2016 20:43:32 GMT -8
Sora shook his head. He felt completely worthless... he had even lost his beloved blades that he had just earned when he became a fully fledged samurai in the waters. Perhaps it was for the best, he was as useless with them as he was without them, unable to protect anyone. Sora would suddenly feel a wave of despair come over him and he began crying.
"N-No, I won't ever find a purpose again. Please, release me from my debt to you... So I can end it all now. I don't want to suffer this life anymore!" he cried.
"I can't even end my life properly, I lost my wakizashi," he said pathetically, "Please, let me go, just leave me alone so I can preserve at least preserve some of my honor..."
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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 May 4, 2016 21:01:11 GMT -8
Roxanne sighs at the unhappy boy. She hates to see him so miserable, but supposes that it must be part of his culture. Hooking a finger under his chin, she pulls his face up to look her in the eye.
"Listen, Sora. Don't go talking like that. You're what, fourteen? Fifteen? You've got plenty of life to live, so go ahead and live it! No sense in wasting it, after all. And besides, what would your family think? What would they think of you if they found out that you survived the whole trip from Katashima to Carmela only to give up as soon as you reached land? I'll tell you right now, they'd think you're pretty pathetic. So don't be a sorry little quitter, go out and explore! See the world, try enew things! Who knows, maybe you might even be able to get your hands on some new swords."
She pats him on the head encouragingly.
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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 May 5, 2016 20:32:48 GMT -8
Sora shakes his head in disagreement, "No... they already think I am pathetic for my failures, them and all my other ancestors. So what's the point in even trying? It would be in vain either way, there is only one way to restore my honor."
Sora breaks free of Roxannes finger which forced him to look her in the eye momentarily and would continue staring at the ground. The pat on his head does not seem to do much, as he still sits in the sand, wallowing in his own despair and hopelessness.
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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 May 5, 2016 21:15:40 GMT -8
Roxanne frowns. This won't do at all. She thinks for a moment, mulling over what she knows about Katashiman culture. They were big on honor, that was for sure. After a moment, she had an idea. She leans down, sticking her face close to Sora's.
"You know what would make your ancestors look down on you even more, Sora? Blatantly disrespecting someone who just saved your life. And it would be pretty disrespectful to off yourself right after I took the time to save you, don't you think? You owe me a debt, and I want you to repay me by living a long and happy life. How's that sound, hmm?"
She smiles sweetly.
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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 May 5, 2016 21:42:35 GMT -8
Sora would nod solemnly in response to Roxanne's words. He did indeed owe her his life, and he knew it.
"If you so wish, I will live. My life is yours since you have saved it. So, if you forbid me from ending my life I will not," Sora said lowly, and sadly. Perhaps he would live a long life if he never repays his debt to Roxanne in some way and she does not release him of it, however this debt did not include anything about living a happy life.
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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 May 5, 2016 22:04:50 GMT -8
Roxanne bites her lip, sensing the increased sorrow in Sora's voice. Well, he was alive, at least. That was progress. She leans back, putting Lucky in her lap and stroking him softly.
"Sora, what makes you think that your ancestors will think you're a failure? What did you do wrong? I'm sure there's plenty of ways to make it right. Ways that don't involve you killing yourself."
The last line is delivered with a stern, but concerned look. It might remind Sora of a schoolteacher, or a scolding mother.
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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 May 6, 2016 11:21:21 GMT -8
Sora sighed, "I failed to protect them, and now they are dead because of it. I was supposed to protect them once my father died. My failure is why my ancestors now look down on me."
Sora shrugged at her question, not really being effected by her tone that much, "The only other way would be to fix the consequences of my mistakes, I think. It is too late for that now though..." he said sadly.
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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 May 7, 2016 8:31:42 GMT -8
Roxanne nods, mulling over what he said.
"How did they die? What part of it makes it your fault?"
She takes a sip of her drink as Lucky chews on her now-forgotten sandwich.
"Besides, making a single mistake isn't reason to stop living. Everyone makes mistakes. It's just how you move on from the mistake that matters. You can dwell on it, or you can put it behind you and not make that mistake next time. What would you rather do?"
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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 May 11, 2016 21:17:30 GMT -8
"They were killed by rival clans, some of them, the rest drowned when the ship went down," he said, "I was above decks when the ship began to sink, I knew I had to get my family out from below decks or else they'd be trapped. Everything happened so fast though... if only I had been quicker. I hesitated though."
Sora shakes his head, his mood darkening considerably. Roxanne's words did not lighten his mood all that much either, "There isn't a next time, that was the only chance i had. I can't replace my family now that they are gone," he said hopelessly.
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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 May 12, 2016 19:18:52 GMT -8
Roxanne pats Sora gently on the back, wishing that there were some way she could lighten his mood. Of course, there was to be no cheering him up. He'd just lost his family, something that Roxanne couldn't even imagine. But still...there had to be something to make him no longer suicidal. She decides to take a different approach.
"Listen, Sora. Forget about the family honor for a moment. What would your mother think? She'd want you to go on and live your life. Mothers want happy, living children. They want grandchildren. Wouldn't you want to live on for her, if nothing else?"
She smiles encouragingly at him.
"Believe me, even if she talked about the family's honor all the time, that's what she really felt. All mothers are like that, all over the world. Believe me."
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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 May 13, 2016 20:58:52 GMT -8
Sora would actually attempt to think about his mother and what she would want, besides the family honor thing. Thinking about her now was unbearable though, knowing he would never see her again. Despair would begin to overcome him now as he wondered how long it would take until he forgot her face. He didn't even remember the last thing he had said to her. He could only hope he said he loved her... he didn't want his mom to have felt sad because of him when she died.
"I-I don't know what to believe right now," he said quietly as he fought back tears unsuccessfully. He felt ashamed he was crying, a samurai wasn't supposed to cry. A man wasn't supposed to cry. He couldn't help it though, his family was gone and he didn't know what to do with himself anymore but cry. Sora would retreat within himself, simply crying for hours lying on the sand in a fetal position.
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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 May 14, 2016 9:08:39 GMT -8
Roxanne patted Sora gently, letting him cry into the sand. She could almost imagine what he was going through. When her own mother had died of an illness, she'd cried for almost two weeks straight before packing up and heading to the Fletcher family estate. It had devastated her, but she had forced herself to move on from it because she had to care for Riktor. Sora, on the other hand, didn't have anyone to live on for, and that worried her. Still, she let him cry. Better now than never, after all.
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Morrigan da Silverlain
Dedicated
It's only forever.. not long at all.
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: Around six centuries.
Physical Description: At a slender and willowy 5'9", Morrigan is a creature of beauty. Her arms and fingers seem to be slightly too long for her body, but this is something easily dismissed in the face of her personality. She has slightly pointed ears and delicate, aristocratic features, and wide, expressive eyes that constantly variate between different shades of violet. Perhaps most notable about Morrigan is her hair: It's long and slightly curling, a rich mahogany in color, and whether or not it's bound or falling freely, the highlights within it change color according to her emotions. Anyone able to sense magic would see that she has a glamour covering her face, although seeing past it would be extremely difficult.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Morrigan can be seen wearing finely-made dresses of various materials and colors, as the woman seems to love all hues and fabrics. The only pieces of jewelry she wears are a silver ring in the shape of a calla lily on her left index finger, an engagement ring with a rainbow of gemstones on the same hand's ring finger, and a rose gold pendant in the shape of a rose around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:42:39 GMT -8
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Post by Morrigan da Silverlain on May 14, 2016 11:03:49 GMT -8
As Morrigan and Zaræn moved onto the beach, the Fae found herself awestruck by the sight before her. So much blue, and it seemed to go on forever. It was daunting, but also entrancing. Coming to a stop below a large palm tree, standing in its shadow, she summoned a crystal and then dropped it at her feet. Despite landing on soft sand, it exploded in an upward puff of silvery dust that encompassed her form, and when the dust faded, she was standing there in a pale purple two-piece, her hair unfettered and falling around her.
"This is absolutely astounding, darling. There are no oceans in Tir na nOg.. I never thought there could be so much water in one place." Bare toes burrowed into the sand, before she moved toward the crashing surf, hesitantly dipping her foot into the frothy white waves. It was warm. She'd anticipated it would be cold, for some reason. Intrigued, she moved a bit further in, and squeaked when a bit of seaweed brushed her leg, then laughed at herself.
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Zaræn Viddik
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 234
Age: 32
Physical Description: Zaræn cuts a rather dashing figure. He is tall at six foot two, with a lithe muscular build. He has captivating ice blue eyes that gleam with mischief, mischief that is also indicated by his perpetual half grin. He is ruggedly handsome with a powerful jaw, high cheek bones, proud brow, and perpetual stubble. His short brown hair is usually slicked back with a few premature white highlights. He has an intricate tattoo of a dragon running up his left arm.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zaræn prefers to dress in bright blues, reds, and gold colors. Sometimes splashing a bit of black. His preferred weapon and tool is his lightning pack. Made of gold it carries a significant charge of lightning mana which he channels into to large gauntlets. He uses this pack to augment his spell power.
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 10:31:57 GMT -8
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Post by Zaræn Viddik on May 14, 2016 11:11:03 GMT -8
Zaræn again laments his lack of magical clothes changing abilities. Or perhaps he was lamenting her ability to do so. He would have rather liked to watch her get changed. Ah well, he had to do it the old fashioned way. Finding a secluded spot and stripping down and into a bathing suit. When he was done he met her in the waves and grinned. It was a mischievous grin that was quickly followed by a wave of water barreling directly into Morrigan's face. Laughing he dives into the waves preparing for her chase.
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Morrigan da Silverlain
Dedicated
It's only forever.. not long at all.
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: Around six centuries.
Physical Description: At a slender and willowy 5'9", Morrigan is a creature of beauty. Her arms and fingers seem to be slightly too long for her body, but this is something easily dismissed in the face of her personality. She has slightly pointed ears and delicate, aristocratic features, and wide, expressive eyes that constantly variate between different shades of violet. Perhaps most notable about Morrigan is her hair: It's long and slightly curling, a rich mahogany in color, and whether or not it's bound or falling freely, the highlights within it change color according to her emotions. Anyone able to sense magic would see that she has a glamour covering her face, although seeing past it would be extremely difficult.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Morrigan can be seen wearing finely-made dresses of various materials and colors, as the woman seems to love all hues and fabrics. The only pieces of jewelry she wears are a silver ring in the shape of a calla lily on her left index finger, an engagement ring with a rainbow of gemstones on the same hand's ring finger, and a rose gold pendant in the shape of a rose around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:42:39 GMT -8
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Post by Morrigan da Silverlain on May 14, 2016 11:14:41 GMT -8
Squealing in surprise as she was hit in the face with water, she sputtered and wiped the salty liquid away from her eyes, then aimed a glare at her lover. Chasing him into the water, she got bowled over by a particularly large wave and went tumbling under the rolling surf, then came up spitting and coughing. Oh that was so salty! She sneezed, pushed her soaked hair out of her face, and looked around for Zaræn, then when she spotted him, started wading toward him, wobbling every time a wave hit her. After growing up swimming in calm, wave-free lakes, this was quite a change for her to get accustomed to.
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Zaræn Viddik
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 234
Age: 32
Physical Description: Zaræn cuts a rather dashing figure. He is tall at six foot two, with a lithe muscular build. He has captivating ice blue eyes that gleam with mischief, mischief that is also indicated by his perpetual half grin. He is ruggedly handsome with a powerful jaw, high cheek bones, proud brow, and perpetual stubble. His short brown hair is usually slicked back with a few premature white highlights. He has an intricate tattoo of a dragon running up his left arm.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zaræn prefers to dress in bright blues, reds, and gold colors. Sometimes splashing a bit of black. His preferred weapon and tool is his lightning pack. Made of gold it carries a significant charge of lightning mana which he channels into to large gauntlets. He uses this pack to augment his spell power.
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 10:31:57 GMT -8
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Post by Zaræn Viddik on May 14, 2016 12:26:36 GMT -8
Zaræn was more sure of himself in the choppy waters. Though he hadn't grown up near the ocean he had swam in it before. The waters were a bit choppier than usual for Carmela, but it was simply because of a pleasant breeze. Seeing how much she is struggling he relents and swims to her side. He pulls her into his arms and lays back in the waters. He relaxes and they bob and dip with the waves.
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Morrigan da Silverlain
Dedicated
It's only forever.. not long at all.
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: Around six centuries.
Physical Description: At a slender and willowy 5'9", Morrigan is a creature of beauty. Her arms and fingers seem to be slightly too long for her body, but this is something easily dismissed in the face of her personality. She has slightly pointed ears and delicate, aristocratic features, and wide, expressive eyes that constantly variate between different shades of violet. Perhaps most notable about Morrigan is her hair: It's long and slightly curling, a rich mahogany in color, and whether or not it's bound or falling freely, the highlights within it change color according to her emotions. Anyone able to sense magic would see that she has a glamour covering her face, although seeing past it would be extremely difficult.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Morrigan can be seen wearing finely-made dresses of various materials and colors, as the woman seems to love all hues and fabrics. The only pieces of jewelry she wears are a silver ring in the shape of a calla lily on her left index finger, an engagement ring with a rainbow of gemstones on the same hand's ring finger, and a rose gold pendant in the shape of a rose around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:42:39 GMT -8
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Post by Morrigan da Silverlain on May 14, 2016 14:02:27 GMT -8
Morrigan wrinkled her nose when she was hit by another wave, so strong that she wobbled and almost fell over, only to find herself caught in Zaræn's arms. She huffed and slung her arms around his neck, then laid her head on his shoulder. "I'm not used to these waves. The lakes in Tir na nOg are always so calm. It's absolutely beautiful, though, and I wouldn't change a thing about it." Lifting her head, she caught his lips in a gentle, salty kiss, then smiled at him. "Thank you for bringing me here."
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Zaræn Viddik
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 234
Age: 32
Physical Description: Zaræn cuts a rather dashing figure. He is tall at six foot two, with a lithe muscular build. He has captivating ice blue eyes that gleam with mischief, mischief that is also indicated by his perpetual half grin. He is ruggedly handsome with a powerful jaw, high cheek bones, proud brow, and perpetual stubble. His short brown hair is usually slicked back with a few premature white highlights. He has an intricate tattoo of a dragon running up his left arm.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zaræn prefers to dress in bright blues, reds, and gold colors. Sometimes splashing a bit of black. His preferred weapon and tool is his lightning pack. Made of gold it carries a significant charge of lightning mana which he channels into to large gauntlets. He uses this pack to augment his spell power.
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 10:31:57 GMT -8
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Post by Zaræn Viddik on May 14, 2016 14:26:03 GMT -8
"Thank you for coming with me amour."
Zaræn grinned savoring the lingering sweet and salty taste of Morrigan's lips on his. He leans back and wonders when he should get to the reason he brought her here. The reason surprisingly wasn't just to have sex on the beach. Though if he had his way they would work that in. After a moment he decides he might as well get it out of the way. No point in drawing this out, over and done with then they could move on.
"I love you."
There it was. Now it was out in the open. He had made up his mind, he no longer just thought it was love he now knew it was. He figured that this was the best place to say it for the first time. Somewhere almost as beautiful as she was.
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Morrigan da Silverlain
Dedicated
It's only forever.. not long at all.
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: Around six centuries.
Physical Description: At a slender and willowy 5'9", Morrigan is a creature of beauty. Her arms and fingers seem to be slightly too long for her body, but this is something easily dismissed in the face of her personality. She has slightly pointed ears and delicate, aristocratic features, and wide, expressive eyes that constantly variate between different shades of violet. Perhaps most notable about Morrigan is her hair: It's long and slightly curling, a rich mahogany in color, and whether or not it's bound or falling freely, the highlights within it change color according to her emotions. Anyone able to sense magic would see that she has a glamour covering her face, although seeing past it would be extremely difficult.
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Clothes and Equipment: Generally, Morrigan can be seen wearing finely-made dresses of various materials and colors, as the woman seems to love all hues and fabrics. The only pieces of jewelry she wears are a silver ring in the shape of a calla lily on her left index finger, an engagement ring with a rainbow of gemstones on the same hand's ring finger, and a rose gold pendant in the shape of a rose around her neck.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Mar 3, 2016 17:42:39 GMT -8
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Post by Morrigan da Silverlain on May 14, 2016 14:45:34 GMT -8
"Of course. There's no one I'd rather be with, regardless of the place. You're my favorite excuse for slacking off and avoiding responsibility, after all." She grinned at him, then let her head drop to rest upon his sturdy shoulder once more. This was so soothing, just resting with him, almost weightless in the rolling waves. Contented pale yellow washed through her hair, and she breathed a sigh, looking out across the endless expanse of blue. Then she heard him speak, and her whole body tensed. Her head slowly raised from its place and she fixed him with a wide-eyed look as the yellow vanished in a flash, slowly being replaced by sporadic strands of white.
"..I'm sorry, I think I must have seaweed in my ears.. what did you just say? Because I'm fairly certain I didn't hear you correctly, as I know there's no way that you just said you love me, right?" She withdrew her arms from around his neck and leaned away. If he released her, she'd tread water and move back a few feet, looking at him uncertainly. The emotions humans thought they had for Fae were just a product of being entranced by their natural magnetism and being awed by the beauty of their un-glamoured faces. And Fae didn't love. Fae couldn't love. Right?
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Zaræn Viddik
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 234
Age: 32
Physical Description: Zaræn cuts a rather dashing figure. He is tall at six foot two, with a lithe muscular build. He has captivating ice blue eyes that gleam with mischief, mischief that is also indicated by his perpetual half grin. He is ruggedly handsome with a powerful jaw, high cheek bones, proud brow, and perpetual stubble. His short brown hair is usually slicked back with a few premature white highlights. He has an intricate tattoo of a dragon running up his left arm.
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Clothes and Equipment: Zaræn prefers to dress in bright blues, reds, and gold colors. Sometimes splashing a bit of black. His preferred weapon and tool is his lightning pack. Made of gold it carries a significant charge of lightning mana which he channels into to large gauntlets. He uses this pack to augment his spell power.
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Registered: Feb 16, 2016 10:31:57 GMT -8
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Post by Zaræn Viddik on May 14, 2016 14:57:25 GMT -8
Zaræn released Morrigan when she leaned away from him. He stays floating in the water with his eyes closed for a minute. Her reaction doesn't really surprise him. Usually he shied away from taking the next step. This time though he had decided to take the initiative. This time he would take the proverbial plunge. It had been almost a year since the started their relationship. Everyday he woke up expecting for his feeling to plateau or begin to decline. Everyday it didn't happen, instead he found that he kept finding more and more enjoyment in her company. He had been force to admit that this was love. He thinks about explaining this to her, but decides that he can do so without all the words. He opens his eyes and fixes her with a gaze. It is a gaze unlike any he has given another, there is no mischief, no humor, no sly planning. There is only affection, love, and hope.
"I love you."
There it was. He had lain his heart on the line. Time to see what she did with it.
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