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 15:29:16 GMT -8
Panic spiked within her, and her hair became filled with so much white that it almost entirely blocked out the mahogany coloring.. but it was also interspersed with random flickers of vibrant joyous yellow, deep and passionate pink, and a violet so dark it was nearly black. Morrigan swallowed hard and met his gaze, searching for any hint, even the smallest sign, that Zaræn was joking. She found none. Turning away, her eyes frantically swept across the nearby beach and the continuing oceanic horizon beside it, colors oscillating violently through her hair as she wrangled with her emotions: White bled into yellow turned into sickly greenish-grey became intense violet became pink which turned into red, and then the cycle repeated itself. She was arguing with herself.
The Fae couldn't feel love. That was a fact of her species. They were arrogant, standoffish, selfishly passionate hedonists, but they didn't feel love. Did they? It wasn't even within the scope of their emotions. Or was it? They could experience everything else.. the rainbow sweeping through her hair was proof of that. Why couldn't they feel love? She took great joy in being around him, he was an amazing lover, his company made her immensely happy, and whenever she saw him, heard his voice, or so much as thought about him, she got this odd-yet-pleasant fuzzy feeling in her chest. Her eyes rounded as shocked grey sped through her hair. Dear gods, she loved him. She'd read many human novels and they all described love as those exact feelings.
Allowing the emotion to fill her was oddly liberating. Love was.. interesting. It was reflected in her hair, which was filled with that same deep, near-black violet, as she slowly turned to face Zaræn once more. Closing the space that separated them, she realized her hands were trembling as one moved to caress his cheek, then slide up into his hair, as she leaned her head down and pressed her brow to his. Her voice was unsteady even as she tried to infuse it with mirth. "Well, I suppose I've proven that Fae can in fact feel love. It just takes a very special mortal to show us how." Her shaky smile faded, and she spoke in a near whisper. "A Fae's word is their bond. I love you, Zaræn Viddik, and will be yours forevermore."
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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 15:43:28 GMT -8
"You aren't just saying that because of what my brother would do if you didn't?"
Zaræn says with a teasing laugh. Then just to prove he wasn't going to ruin a perfect moment by lingering too long on a joke he kissed her. It was a slow instant kiss. It lacked the usually passion that was so often a prelude to their favorite pass time. Instead it was a kiss meant to convey a feeling. To convey the pure love he felt for the enchanting woman who had won his heart. They float in the waves for who knows how long. He is lost in her lips and in her taste, it feels almost like this it their first real kiss. The first step towards something new, something wonderful.
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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 16:11:17 GMT -8
Zaræn's words earned a softly snorted giggle and a roll of the eyes, and then she was being kissed. It was a very different kind of kiss for Morrigan, one with none of the heat and passion that normally filled their liplocks. It was.. strange, but in a wonderful way, and made her shiver as her arms slid around his neck. This felt so right. That in and of itself was amazing. Never in her long life had she thought she would've come to love anyone.. let alone a mortal who would die within a couple hundred years if she was lucky, and sooner if she wasn't. Perhaps there was a way to extend his lifespan... That was something she'd have to look into later. For now, she was far too busy enjoying the press of his lips against hers, the taste of Zaræn mixed with the salt of the ocean. This.. this was the best moment of her life.
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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 16:28:39 GMT -8
All perfect things must come to an end. Or occasionally get interrupted by something less perfect, but more fun. After a long handful of moments Zaræn deepened the intensity of the kiss. His hands dropped from her waist and moved to roam her body. He pulls her into her arms after another few moments and walks her onto the beach. It is still early enough that it isn't busy, but there are a few people around. He takes just enough time to find somewhere secluded and then, well one of his favorite drinks was sex on the beach for a reason.
<Fade to Black.>
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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 16:39:31 GMT -8
<Fade back in a couple of hours later>
Morrigan grinned up at the sunny tropical sky above them as she lay sprawled on a summoned beach blanket on the warm Carmela sand; there was salt in her damp hair, her top was untied and resting across her chest, and she was pleasantly exhausted. She sighed. There was absolutely no way in the world this day could get any better. Speaking of things getting better... Her head lolled to the side, and she looked at Zaræn with a chuckle.
"Is it just me, or did that somehow get even better? I didn't think that was possible. Are we just that amazing?"
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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 16:54:33 GMT -8
Zaræn was laying on his side admiring the way the sun cast shadows across Morrigan's curves. He idly taces his fingers up and down her side and instead of answering right away he leans in for a kiss. He had to admit she was right, that had been an exceptional bout of love making. When he finally breaks away from her lips he purses his thoughtfully.
"Well I think we are just that amazing. I also think there is something to be said about the venue. Mostly though, I hear it gets better when you are doing it with someone you love. I think laying our cards on the table did something for it. Though again we are just amazing."
He ends with a laugh and then another deep kiss. Sky how could he have ever thought he would tire of her?
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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 17:12:43 GMT -8
His kisses had always curled her toes before, but now.. Morrigan swore she could almost feel her hair itself curling in response to the press of his lips. There was a dazedly happy look on her face when Zaræn drew away, and she chuckled at his response to her statement. It was just the right mix of joke and truth to make her so utterly happy that happy yellow filled her hair, to the point where it made her look blonde. Before she could formulate a reply, he was kissing her again, and she raised a hand to stroke his cheek with the backs of her fingers. She had lived a long time, and would live yet longer.. but she knew this day would long stand out as the best she'd ever had. Breaking the kiss, she murmured against his lips.
"As usual, you make an excellent point. What would I do without you around to keep me informed on such matters?" She seemed to seriously ponder this for a moment, then gave a slight, if decisive, nod. "That settles it, then. I'll simply have to keep you around forever. Can't go letting such questions be unanswered, after all. That would be quite the travesty." Her eyes sparkled mirthfully as she smirked up at him.
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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 17:27:13 GMT -8
"Oh? Keep me around forever? I suppose you have some fae trick for that."
Zaræn rolls so he is straddling her. Staring down at Morrigan's perfect face from above and marveling again at how absolutely wonderful she is. He hand't give a great deal of thought to their future. He got as far as the plan for this day, beyond that he had no real plans. Would the get married? Have children? Would he get old well she stayed the same? Those kinds of thoughts hadn't entered his mind. He supposed though if she was offering an eternity with her...
"Hmm if you are asking if I'd like to spend the rest of my life with you... Well I am almost sold, but I could do with another round of convincing."
He gives her his trademarked teasing lusty smile and kisses her again.
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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 17:39:58 GMT -8
..Honestly, she hadn't given it serious thought, but Zaræn's comment made a very considering look cross Morrigan's face. "Well, as far as I know for certain, the only way to prolong a mortal's life to that degree is to take them to Tir na nOg, but frankly I have no desire to subject you to the Seelie court.. although I suppose I could always go back there at some point and research the idea. Maybe my father knows something." The words were said in a thoughtful manner. Her father was something of a magical tinkerer, at least as far as the Fae went. She was abruptly withdrawing from her musings by his words, and her eyes softened as her hair swirled with violet. Had she been asking that..? Yes, she supposed she had. Rather than say anything, she simply slid her fingers into his hair and kissed him back, pouring all of her love into the embrace of lips.
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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 18:04:46 GMT -8
Zaræn broke the kiss after a moment and say hungrily.
"You've convinced me."
Then he is upon Morrigan once again. His desires have always been formidable, but for her it mounted with every passing day. It was perhaps best for the woman of this world that he had settled on an immortal fae. A mortal woman would likely have been hard pressed to keep up.
<Fade to black and then fade back in.>
"Well amour we missed lunch, but I think we can make an early dinner."
Zaræn was finally struggling to get his pants back on. The sun was just dipping towards the horizon making it early evening. Once they are ready he would lead her into downtwon Carmela.
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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 18:25:34 GMT -8
Morrigan stood with a sigh and a stretch, summoning another crystal; this one, when dropped, enveloped her in the same cloud of silvery dust, and when it disappeared, left her in a sleeveless dress of pale blue silk, its skirt comprised of light, filmy layers that let the breeze keep her legs nice and cool, as well as a pair of strappy white sandals and loosely-pinned hair, her body devoid of sand and salt. After a moment, she summoned another and tossed it at Zaræn's feet, shedding any trace of sand and dried salt from his form, as well. Then she grinned and linked her arm with his, once he was ready.
"That sounds delightful. I'm absolutely famished."
<Exit to Downtown Carmela>
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on May 31, 2016 15:10:23 GMT -8
There was a soft pop, and Vain stepped onto the beach, holding Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden tightly and Royal Fletcher slightly less tightly. Once he was sure they were in the right place, he let the two of them go, grinning widely. The teleportation had taken a couple of seconds longer than usual, allowing him to hug Neva close for just a little bit longer. Of course, Neva and Roy would likely not notice the slight delay if they hadn't been teleported before. "Welcome to Carmela Island! I love this place, it's always so warm and sunny. Hang on, I need to change into something a little more appropriate for the climate." With a snap of his fingers, his clothes transformed into a flower-printed shirt and swimming shorts. Another pineapple cocktail appeared in his hand, and a pair of darkened glasses popped into existence on his face. Thus clothed, he turned back to Roy and Neva. "Ah, that's better. Do either of you want your clothes transformed? I'm really good at doing beach stuff!" |
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Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on May 31, 2016 16:08:24 GMT -8
Unfortunately for Vain, not only had Neva been teleported before, but she was also capable of doing it when she was in her domain. And while she definitely did not object to the extra time spent so close, she was certainly not about to allow Vain to choose her clothing for her. She wasn't that oblivious.
"I've got my own clothing Vain."
With a quick snap of her fingers, her blue robe transformed into a dark blue bikini, over the bottom of which was a light blue sarong, that gave just the hint of her legs beneath its barely transparent exterior. The tattoos over her body were very apparent now that her clothing was more revealing. Turning towards the two likely jaw-dropped men with her, she winked, mainly at Vain.
"Is this acceptable for your beach Vain?"
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on May 31, 2016 16:40:06 GMT -8
When Vain offered to transform his clothes, Roy shook his head. He was lucky that they'd appeared underneath a palm tree, otherwise he might have been badly burned. He opened his parasol, then turned to Neva, who'd just changed her clothes. He quickly glanced away, trying not to stare. He wondered briefly why he was looking away, since she was just wearing what everyone else was wearing. In fact, with the sarong, she was probably wearing more than most of the other women on the beach. And if it really came down to it, he'd seen her without clothes before. Of course, that was when she was a dragon. Did that still count? He wasn't sure.
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on Jun 1, 2016 1:23:16 GMT -8
Any disappointment Vain had about not being able to choose Neva's outfit vanished when he saw what she was wearing. He whistled softly, casting an appreciative eye over her trim figure and glowing tattoos.
"Wow, Neva. You really have an eye for this sort of thing. You'll fit right in. Actually, you won't just fit in, you'll stand out like a shining star! You look great, Neva!"
Grinning, he pulled another cocktail out of the air and handed it to her, gently brushing the back of her hand as he did so. After a moment's hesitation, he summoned a pina colada in a coconut and handed it to Roy, then turned back to Neva.
"Alright, what would you like to do? We can go see a show, or walk down the beach, or maybe go swimming...or perhaps we could do something else?"
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Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 259
Age: 850
Physical Description: Neva's form is as fluid as the rivers she protects. Her usual form is approximately forty meters, armored with an incredibly thick, scaly hide. Her head is a armored as well, with long horns or fins, depending on whether she is moving through water or land. In her human form she tends to take the shape of a young, tanned, attractive woman, with long dark hair. Finally, she can take the form of any animal that spends the majority of its life in any watery area of the world.
Clothes and Equipment: In her human form, she is wearing thick leather armor of a similar substance to her dragon hide. The only weapons she wields are a pair of javelins and a long spear. The weapons are magical as she sees fit, variously imbuing them with her own magical powers.
Registered: May 17, 2016 15:08:26 GMT -8
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Post by Neva-Svir-Suna, Wavewarden on Jun 1, 2016 3:11:06 GMT -8
She blushed at the compliments, twirling around a bit to ensure the sarong was fitted properly.
"Thank you Vain." She took the iffered drink her hand tingling where Vain's touched her, and Vain's hand would tingle too, faint hints of blue playing across the back of his hand.
"Got any freshwater hot springs? I could use the energy before doing anything with saltwater."
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Jun 1, 2016 7:49:40 GMT -8
Roy let go of his parasol, and it floated up just over his head, shielding him from the sun. He'd added the flotation runes a little while ago, but had never had the chance to test them out. After prodding the hovering parasol a few times to make sure it would stay up, he took the offered coconut.
"Um...thanks, Vain."
He felt a bit silly, holding a coconut with a straw sticking out of it in both hands. In fact, he figured that he probably looked like a little kid. Still, after taking a sip, he figured that he was probably just being paranoid. It was a tasty drink, that was all. Looking back at the other two, he felt a bit out of place, like a third wheel. They were getting on so well, and they had the same drinks...he shook his head. No need to overcomplicate things.
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Vain Caulfield
Dedicated
Shenanigans
Roleplay posts: 175
Age: 109, looks 20ish
Physical Description: Being an incubus, Vain is inhumanly attractive. Sculpted muscles, chiseled jawline, flawlessly groomed hair, etc. His wings, horns, and tail only appear when he decides to drop the illusion.
Clothes and Equipment: His illusions give him the appearance of wearing rumpled yet well-tailored adventurer's clothing, but in reality he isn't wearing much at all. He doesn't carry weapons.
Registered: Sept 19, 2015 10:06:51 GMT -8
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Post by Vain Caulfield on Jun 1, 2016 7:56:50 GMT -8
Vain suppressed a chuckle. Roy looked like a kid, holding that coconut in both hands. Turning to Neva, he grinned at her. He'd hoped to get rid of Roy before going off to do things, but it looked as though it wouldn't turn out like that. Oh well, it wasn't as though the boy would cause any trouble.
"Hot spring? Well...I've been here for a while, and I know of a few. They're deep in the jungle, but they're the nicest hot springs you'd ever see. I can show you, if you'd like. Give you a...private tour."
Winking at Neva, Vain started leading the two of them off the beach and towards one of the island's jungles. Roy and Neva's drinks never emptied no matter how much they drank, a fact they may or may not have noticed.
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Thaelyn Mortris
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 310
Age: 22
Physical Description: At 5'7", Thaelyn is just above average height for a woman, with a slender build that makes her just shy of willowy. Slight curves and a womanly shape keep her from looking boyish, if only barely. She has long red hair that falls to her knees, and rich crimson eyes that are usually filled with curiosity, set in a face with delicate features.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Thaelyn wears a set of white and blood red armor which is inscribed inside with a complex series of magical runes. This provides her armor with a strength that belies its lightness, as well as serving as a sort of magical buffer that wards off most spells. She also carries a spear, or perhaps it's a staff - she seems to use it as a combination of both, using it both to fight and to channel her own magical abilities.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Aug 15, 2016 12:11:27 GMT -8
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Post by Thaelyn Mortris on Sept 24, 2016 16:13:27 GMT -8
Thaelyn appeared on the beach hand-in-hand with Alden Marshal. A small temporary teleportation circle had been painted on the ground just up from the beach, sheltered by thick palm tree limbs above and a small encircling barrier of bushes. Not for the first time, Thaelyn was immensely glad for the handy innovations the Sun Marshals had at their disposal. Turning to Alden, she smiled brightly, and offered him the bag.. after taking a beach blanket, two thick towels, a bottle of lemonade, and a small pack full of snacks, out of the item in question. He'd also see some other clothing items folded up and carefully packed into the bag, changes of clothes meant for later that day.
"Packed you some swim trunks." With that, she moved down the beach, and spread out the blanket in a semi-secluded little cove, mostly blocked off from view by tall rocks that curved around in a semi-circle, only broken by a gap that allowed access to the cove. Then she shed her attire, revealing her swim suit. She settled down on the blanket, looking out at the sea with a contented sigh as she waited for Alden, nibbling on some fruit from a container. She was really looking forward to this day, and their reservations at the restaurant in downtown Carmela that she'd booked earlier in the week. Should be very romantic.
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Alden Marshal
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,420
Age: 30
Physical Description: Alden is 6 even, with shoulder length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well muscled body of a swordsmen, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one where to take more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris's there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Alden rarely removes his shirt, but should someone see him with it off, they would find his body to be covered in scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding among the others.
Those of a more magical bent may be able to decipher the runes in his eyes and on his skin. Identifying them as sigils more commonly found on magical items. The most obvious effect of the runes on his body, are increased speed, strength, and durability.
The runes on his eyes give him the ability to detect magical auras and residue, as well as allowing him to see through low level illusions and glamours. They also maintain his vision regardless of the current light level, and even if there is a sudden shift. His eyes are also capable of dropping into the infrared spectrum in complete darkness.
The rune work on his body enhances his natural strength, speed, endurance, durability, and reflexes to almost super human levels. The effects make him a formidable opponent for most magical creatures though only because they are supplemented by exceptional skill.
This means that all though he is almost super human in a straight contest of strength or speed he would most likely loose to most other magically enhanced humanoids such as vampires or were wolves.
Alden's runes also greatly increase his healing rate allowing him to recover from injuries that would normally take a few months for a person to recover from in a few short weeks. Not only do Alden's runes accelerate healing they also enhance it. A normal persons body will repair itself until it is functioning again then stop, thanks to the runes Alden's body will continues to fix itself until it is in near perfect condition. His healing abilities enhance his already prodigious stamina as it repairs muscle damage and lactic build up and it also increases longevity as he does not accumulate long term damage as most people do.
Finally his body runes provide protection from people attempts to find him magically. Detection spells will be obfuscated their readings on his location being off by about 20 meters. Long distance scrying and tracking spells are only able to narrow down his area to somewhere within a mile radius. It should be noted that these protections can be overcome by someone with sufficient power or ingenuity.
His runes cannot be removed unless they are cut off of his body using an appropriate ritual knife and magic. If the runes are disrupted in any other way they will simply grow back in a few weeks time.
The final thing that only someone versed in rune craft and enchanting would be able to tell is this: The process of these runes being carved into his bodies would have been unbelievably painful. A normal person would have been driven insane or to suicide if they had this happen to them. During the carving process un-directed magical energies would begin to take hold and tear apart your soul. The pain this would not cease until the rune pattern was completed. This means the pain caused would be on a spiritual and physical level of incredible magnitude.
Clothes and Equipment: Read this post for equipment update: http://thefantasysandbox.boards.net/post/27933
A re-paired and enchanted grey cloak, leather armor, twin short swords, bag of candy, full water skin, a few days worth of travel rations, enchanted leather boots, and a brace of throwing knives.
Player's online availability : On and off during the day, more active during evenings (EST)
Registered: Oct 30, 2015 14:59:43 GMT -8
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Post by Alden Marshal on Sept 24, 2016 16:21:28 GMT -8
Alden looked around surprised. Carmela Island, Gauldin's recently acquired island paradise. He hadn't expected to be teleported out here. It takes him a moment to orient himself then he nods. He strips out of his clothing, not bothering to hide his shame. After all, she'd seen it more than once. Then he pulls on the swim trunks and moves over to lay down beside her. Stretching out on the blanket he grabs her and pulls her small body on top of his catching her lips in a kiss. After a moment he breaks the kiss and murmurs into her lips.
"This is very unexpected. But it is nice to have a change of scenery."
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