Tick
Established
Roleplay posts: 20 
Age: N/A
Physical Description: A mix between a Saint Bernard, a werewolf, and OHMAGOSH WHAT IS THAT THING.
Clothes and Equipment: Left ear has a piercing with a small red gem set in it.
Has a saddlebag/backpack for carrying things.
Player's online availability : Weekends
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 11:05:12 GMT -8
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Post by Tick on Dec 22, 2015 10:11:08 GMT -8
She was quite obviously very disapproving of Hasdrubal and the mangled remains he was dragging with him. She found him rude, uncouth, impolite, and arrogant, and she wanted to say all of these things, but now was not a time to pick a fight. No doubt, if he brought those remains into her store, he'd further muddy up and destroy her carpet, and not because he was wounded, as Tick was, but because he was simply inconsiderate and felt like dragging the remains wherever he wanted. Back at the store, however, she moved towards Tick and kneeled down beside him. She reached out with a hand to slide it over the fur of his head. "Tick?" she said gently to him, her voice far warmer, far more relaxing when she spoke to the beast. "I have brought a man from the Midnight Sun to help you," she told him. She lifted her blue gaze off of the lion and towards Hasdrubal, the warmth visibly leaving her gaze. "The cloak upon Tick is maintaining his health, but Tick is in a poor state. He needs a healer, and quickly." Stirring at the touch of Genevieve, Tick opened his giant eyes. Wearily, he glanced from her to Hasdrubal. Upon seeing him, he groaned and placed his paw over his face. "What did I do to deserve this? Hasdrubal, I am attached to my limbs in more ways than one. Please keep that in mind. There's a hematoma in one of my right mesenteric arteries and possibly another in one of my renals, and some bleeding somewhere in my pulmonary tract. I'd clean them out myself, but I'm feeling very weak." |
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 17, 2024 1:45:59 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2015 10:34:05 GMT -8
Thousands of tiny tendrils burst out through Hasdrubal's skin, reaching out to Tick, and enveloping him. They quickly worm their way in, repairing the damage, and then withdraw, leaving no trace that they were ever there at all. He visibly shrinks as this process goes on. Tilting back his head, he swallows the bits of body he is still carrying, and walks out. A carefully written note is left on Tick's nose.
"I switched your left and right toes, too. Have fun with that."
[Exit to the Midnight Sun]
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Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on Jan 1, 2016 2:03:51 GMT -8
This shop, St. James Boutique the sign read, was far easier to access. That was lucky for it had a very strong magic signature. Trogdor landed nimbly in the streets. Still the window panes shook a bit. The shop was clearly occupied and since Trogdor was not quite ready to be kicked out of the city he decided not to destroy Boutique in his haste. Instead he lowered one eye to the window and peered inside.
"I seek a magical item...Anything will do." Trogdor's motives were very plane.
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489 
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on Jan 2, 2016 11:04:39 GMT -8
Genevieve's eyes widened at Hasdrubal's methods, watching as the little things enveloped Tick. She was alarmed, to say the least, because it didn't look like any healing she'd ever seen. When all was done, she gently reached out and took the note off of Tick's nose and read it, frowning gently. She kept her opinion of Hasdrubal to herself, however, rather than voice what was plainly written on her face.
She turned the note so that Tick could read it -- assuming that he could read since he was very well spoken -- and she stood up with grace, the bowls of water and brandy in her hand when a sudden darkness came over St James Boutique.
Her charming windows were obscured by the glittering scales of a red dragon, its large eye pressed to one window to peer inside. Genevieve jumped, caught off guard, and water sloshed over the edge of the bowl to splatter down her front. Trogdor's voice rumbled like thunder and was easily heard.
"I--" she cursed beneath her breath at the coldness of the water on her stomach and turned to quickly put the bowls down on the counter and pick up a piece of cloth. She wiped it down her center, glanced at Tick still in her boutique, worry still in her gaze and then stepped towards the door to look out and at Trogdor's magnificence.
"I'm not sure I have anything that a dragon could wear," Genevieve said with an apologetic tone to her lightly accented voice.
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Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on Jan 3, 2016 1:03:06 GMT -8
"Ha!" A derisive bark. "A dragon in a dress. How ridiculous. No, I seek for items of value. A bright and beautiful object. Something that will inspire envy in the hearts of others. I want a piece worthy of a dragon hoard."
The smell of enchantments filled the air. It was a gloreous feeling for a greedy dragon. He eyed the women more closely. She was beautiful, for human standards. Her poise was that of a strong and determined women yet she did not act brash as humans so often did.
Interest in his tone Trogdor adopted a gaulic accent, "Me dire Geneviève Saint- James, êtes-vous l'enchanteur qui a fait tous les vêtements dans cette boutique?"
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on Jan 3, 2016 12:07:23 GMT -8
Everything in her store was worthy of a dragon hoard, in her humble opinion, but she wasn't about to give her entire store to this dragon. She was already getting the sense that he was just going to take something without any proper payment, which would be a shame. She wove her items with the hope that they would find JUST the right person, and although the way her magic worked was still a mystery even to her -- a Fateweaver, as she was called -- she was fairly sure that none of her items were fated to lay dormant and unused in some dragon's lair.
Genevieve stepped properly out onto her stoop so they could easily see one another, and tipped her head back, shielding her eyes with one hand as the other hand held the cloth to her svelte stomach. She was aware of Tick just behind her, and although he'd been healed by that terrible, wretched Hasdrubal, she didn't know how long it would take the friendly beast to recover.
"Yes, I am she," she answered in Common, as the genteel woman found it rude to converse in a language others did not know right in front of them. "I have, per'aps, a nice hat that you may have. Or gloves?"
Suddenly, the sound of a window opening was heard, and Odette, charming little Odette with pink cheeks and bright eyes was leaning out of the third-story window, where she had been in her room. She was in her nightgown, and her skin seemed a little pale. She was sick again, but that did not seem to inhibit the little girl from awe.
"Maman!" she called, and pointed at Trogdor. "Il est un dragon!"
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Kate Green
Dedicated
Assessing the damage w/ Naoki
Roleplay posts: 309
Age: 19
Physical Description: Kate is built slenderly, but working in her gardens and on the field has defined her muscles. Her eyes shine with an amber hue and her silvery hair never seems to get dirty from the work she still insists on doing herself.
(Full Sized image: http://imgur.com/bJTWavF)
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a pink apron on her that has a simple square pattern. Underneath, brownish green pants and a black tube top. Many tools, such as a flower shovel, a small rake and a spray bottle, fit inside her pockets. A large red ribbon complements her hair.
When she was working at the Midnight Sun, she replaced her red ribbon with a black one she was gifted when she first joined. She also had a green dress, gifted to her by Naoki.
After being gone away for a long time, she has since expanded her wardrobe, and tends not to think about her clothes too much and follows whatever trends Naoki says are popular now.
Player's online availability : Consistently inconsistent
Registered: Sept 4, 2015 15:04:46 GMT -8
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Post by Kate Green on Jan 3, 2016 12:25:07 GMT -8
Hmmm… Perhaps a sweater? Oh no no, that won’t do at all… A purse? She has plenty. Urgh! This is hard!
Perfectly perplexed Kate Green stepped inside St. James Boutique, completely unaware of the drama that had been happening, and the drama currently underway. Her mind was set on choosing a gift for her girlfriend, and the dragon outside had been completely out of her field of perception.
“Heyo!” Kate saluted the tailor. “I’m looking for something neat for my special someone. The money’s not an issue.” To demonstrate, Kate jingled a bag of money she had hidden under her coat, sporting a huge sign of Isranian currency to mark its status as a money bag.
Kate continued. “Also, anything that could repel mad scientists would be really… Hm. Is that a dog?” Kate let her eyes settle for the lighting inside. “Holy crap! Is that a dragon?!” Kate’s eyes seemed to pop out of their sockets. “Two in one day! Am I lucky or what?” Kate snickered. “Take your time big guy. You got here first, I don’t mind waiting. Oh, and some lady-dragon was looking for you, I think? Maybe you just missed her?"
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Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on Jan 3, 2016 13:39:46 GMT -8
An excited little girl poked her head out the window. Trogdor having never seen a human child before sniffed her curiously. She smelled of sickness. Trogdor had certain healing abilities but would not offer any help. The mother, being apparently well off, would have taken her girl to a healing mage if it would have helped. If this girl had a disease incurable by magic she would most likely suffer an early death.
Returning his attention to Genevieve Trogdor switched back to the common tounge, "You don't seem to excited about this sale?" Trogdor had of course expected to be gifted with something. He was not above a little bartering however...as long as negotiations remained pleasant.
"Gloves or a hat? Tell me more. If I am intrigued I could show you something interesting. Or perhaps there is a somewhere or someone you want to see?". Trogdor thought of the skrying mirror he had just found.
Trogdor was irked by the new comers easy goingness. The taste of Shaun's blood returned to the dragons taste buds.
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on Jan 3, 2016 13:44:21 GMT -8
Kate had to drift by Genevieve and up the step into the shop in order to get inside. Other than Tick, the store was empty, but it didn't take long for Kate to take stock of what was going on. Genevieve was just outside the door of her shop, speaking to the huge dragon that was sitting in the cobblestone square that her shop faced.
"Odette! Go back into your room!" Genevieve said to Odette, her blonde-curled daughter that was only too excited to see a creature from her books brought to life.
"But Maman!"
Genevieve turned to look at Kate and gave her an apologetic smile. "I will be with you in just a moment," Genevieve said in her smooth accented voice. "Please, take a look around and enjoy the freshments, non?" Although she didn't expect that Kate would actually do that.
It was far more interesting to watch (and be involved in) the conversation with Trogdor or Tick.
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Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on Jan 3, 2016 14:00:28 GMT -8
"I would not harm your little one." The dragon said reasuringly. He was not trying to cause any commotion he just wanted something for his hoard.
Trogdor withheld his anger at being interrupted by Kate and spoke to her. "It must be the holy dragon you speak of. What do you know of her?"
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Kate Green
Dedicated
Assessing the damage w/ Naoki
Roleplay posts: 309
Age: 19
Physical Description: Kate is built slenderly, but working in her gardens and on the field has defined her muscles. Her eyes shine with an amber hue and her silvery hair never seems to get dirty from the work she still insists on doing herself.
(Full Sized image: http://imgur.com/bJTWavF)
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a pink apron on her that has a simple square pattern. Underneath, brownish green pants and a black tube top. Many tools, such as a flower shovel, a small rake and a spray bottle, fit inside her pockets. A large red ribbon complements her hair.
When she was working at the Midnight Sun, she replaced her red ribbon with a black one she was gifted when she first joined. She also had a green dress, gifted to her by Naoki.
After being gone away for a long time, she has since expanded her wardrobe, and tends not to think about her clothes too much and follows whatever trends Naoki says are popular now.
Player's online availability : Consistently inconsistent
Registered: Sept 4, 2015 15:04:46 GMT -8
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Post by Kate Green on Jan 3, 2016 15:05:16 GMT -8
Oh, out there then? “Oh yeah.” Kate stepped outside, “She just kinda came into my greenhouse and started singing and now I have some money.” Kate held up her bag of money. Not a wise thing to do in the streets of Isra, even in bright daylight. “She said she was looking for some dragon who lived here in town, was she talking about you?”
Kate didn’t seem to be afraid of the dragon, this one was far less scary looking than the one she was confronted with months ago. She was even impatiently tapping her foot against the cobblestone. “What do you even need clothes for? No offence but, doesn’t that kind of take away from the dragonyness?”
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Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on Jan 3, 2016 18:29:59 GMT -8
"And what do you think of a dragon that walks on two feat in a human form wearing cloths?" Trogdor shot back now growing annoyed at the irony of the situation. He was not the dragon that Lum had been searching for but he did not comment on that.
The dragon lowered his head closer to the impetuous girl. "I came here because of the rather strong magical aura that radiates from this shop." He opened his mouth and tasted the air. "Even the door has an enchantment that effects those that enter. A helium brained human such as yourself might not notice that the item you get here are not normal. You could walk out with a sock that makes you kick yourself in the rear every time you have a bad idea."
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Tick
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: N/A
Physical Description: A mix between a Saint Bernard, a werewolf, and OHMAGOSH WHAT IS THAT THING.
Clothes and Equipment: Left ear has a piercing with a small red gem set in it.
Has a saddlebag/backpack for carrying things.
Player's online availability : Weekends
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 11:05:12 GMT -8
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Post by Tick on Jan 3, 2016 20:37:47 GMT -8
Tick opened his eyes, roused by the thunder of the dragon. He glanced at the note and snorted in annoyance, then changed focus to the scene around him. Genevieve had proven herself capable of handling monsters, and the dragon seemed tamer than most. Tick rose softly and padded his way silently to the back, where he let himself out through a large window. Once outside, he sniffed around until he found where the cornerstone was laid. Gently, he scratched a crude rune onto it with his claw, then exhaled a breath of incantation over it. "Sealed by the Watchdog, let villains beware, Should the lady or her offspring cry for aid, Then shall he appear to pay his debt in full." Trotting down the alleyway, Tick felt a twinge of regret at leaving Genevieve without saying thanks, but people like her would always be busy. "Hopefully, she won't ever have to see me again." Stubbing one of his switched toes on a cobblestone, Tick cursed Hasdrubal's devilish nature. "At least some things haven't changed. Let's see what the Sun is like." OOC: Lady Genevieve St. James, PM me if you wish to summon Tick. |
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Kate Green
Dedicated
Assessing the damage w/ Naoki
Roleplay posts: 309
Age: 19
Physical Description: Kate is built slenderly, but working in her gardens and on the field has defined her muscles. Her eyes shine with an amber hue and her silvery hair never seems to get dirty from the work she still insists on doing herself.
(Full Sized image: http://imgur.com/bJTWavF)
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a pink apron on her that has a simple square pattern. Underneath, brownish green pants and a black tube top. Many tools, such as a flower shovel, a small rake and a spray bottle, fit inside her pockets. A large red ribbon complements her hair.
When she was working at the Midnight Sun, she replaced her red ribbon with a black one she was gifted when she first joined. She also had a green dress, gifted to her by Naoki.
After being gone away for a long time, she has since expanded her wardrobe, and tends not to think about her clothes too much and follows whatever trends Naoki says are popular now.
Player's online availability : Consistently inconsistent
Registered: Sept 4, 2015 15:04:46 GMT -8
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Post by Kate Green on Jan 4, 2016 0:03:01 GMT -8
Kate backed off, holding her hands up. Her eyes were still unmoved by the dragon's threats. "Hey, to each his own, am I right? If you wanna wear socks that kick ya, then wear socks that kick ya. I'm not stopping you. Geez..."
Hm? Enchantments? Now that's a good idea for a present.
Losing interested in the dragon now completely, Kat spun on her heels, now to face Genevieve. "Hey, is that true? You make fancy clothes that make you magic? That sounds like a perfect present for my Nao! Haha! I'm so lucky today." Kate squeed.
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Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on Jan 4, 2016 0:33:29 GMT -8
The dragon had turned angry. Through no fault of their own the humans had pushed Trogdor pretty close to his limit. They did not know about Trogdor's previous encounter with Giplor. They were unaware that Lum's comment about dragons using human forms had hit a soft spot. Nor had they witnessed the dragons in the skrying mirror, again on two legs.
How could they know what made the red beast angry? Dragons these days had grown so familiar that humans had lost respect. Trogdor had attempted to act civil but had been treated with indifference. When the pink haired girl turned her back a large gaping jaw lowered directly behind her. Ready to snap.
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Entropoly Yint
Dedicated
Stuck in a loop...
Roleplay posts: 187
Age: 34
Physical Description: This gnome is slender even for its kind and has hair held up in two massive, intricately dyed pigtails. Ornate tattoos decorate her face around her eyes and mouth, and her bare feet are stained purple with some sort of dye. Her voice is sweet to the ears but contains no magic.
Clothes and Equipment: A heavy and warm brown robe.
A set of entertainer's clothes, the pockets stuffed with berries and sheet music.
A reasonably sized violin.
A knife (for cutting stuff, not people).
A satchel.
Player's online availability : I hope I enjoy my time here.
Registered: Jan 3, 2016 20:07:01 GMT -8
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Post by Entropoly Yint on Jan 4, 2016 1:25:38 GMT -8
Entropoly bounces over cobblestone on bare feet, attracted by the noises and sight of a dragon from far off. The small gnome had her hair tied up in massive pigtails, and she wore a heavy robe that draped past her fingers. A sleek, mahogany lute hung from a leather thong strapped across her shoulder.
She saw what was happening as she approached, but she didn't appear to make any immediate sense of what might just have been impending death. She said nothing and stood frozen, watching.
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Grandma
Widely Known
Imperial Vizier of Isra
Roleplay posts: 1,017
Age: 90
Physical Description: ---------------------------------------------------------
An elderly and frail looking woman with white wispy hair. However, despite being old, her back is not bent by age nor are her eyes clouded by it.
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She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for telepathic communication with others in its network.
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Registered: Sept 12, 2015 8:27:42 GMT -8
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Post by Grandma on Jan 4, 2016 8:03:51 GMT -8
Grandma had heard rumors of a dragon poking about the city. It had apparently damaged an empty shop, something she didn’t consider okay. It had only taken a short time for her contacts to locate the beast outline in the city and she swiftly made her way over to it in her carriage.
She would have the driver stop in a nearby alleyway, out of sight of the dragon itself. She would travel the rest of the way on foot, cane clicking quickly as she made her way towards the beast. The rings upon her hand all glittered unnaturally. Upon getting within one hundred feet of the dragon, she would see what it was about to do. Was that Kate Green of all people he was about to eat?
“Oi! What the hell do you think you’re doing Mr. Dragon? As head of the justice department, I hereby command you to immediately cease and desist what you’re about to do.” Grandma magically enhanced her voice, causing it to boom across the road as she spoke.
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on Jan 4, 2016 9:20:54 GMT -8
Everything was getting out of hand! Kate and Trogdor were speaking too quickly to each other for Genevieve to get a word in edge wise, although she did cast Trogdor a small, grateful smile that he wouldn't be chewing her daughter up, and she did manage to answer Kate's flurry of questions with a blink and a polite, "Oui, this is true." Things seemed to be stirring tensely, and Odette was easily able to tell that her mother was about to get overwhelmed. She mouthed an apology to her equally-blonde mother and slipped back inside the house when she heard a movement in the alley. Odette bounced to the otherside of her room and peeked through the window to see a large lion-like beast carving a rune into the foundation of the store. Curious, the little girl put on her boots and her coat over her nightgown, pausing to cough hard into the crook of her elbow. Her face was flushed, but she scrambled down the stairs anyway to see what Tick had done. Meanwhile, Genevieve moved in front of Kate Green, gifting Trogdor with a friendly smile. "Of course, I have just the thing for a worthy dragon," she said, even as she felt the heat of his maw, could sense the power of his jaw and had to hope that he'd pull back before his lips closed. Kate, behind her, was pushed to enter the shoppe. Grandma came by and seemed ready and willing to punish Trogdor, but Genevieve looked her way and held up a graceful hand. "No, no, Madame, it was only a confusion of communication. This noble dragon would not be so callous. Why look at the way his scales glitter, and the power of his wings!" Flatter, flatter, flatter, flatter, as she turned to Kate and said to her, "Get me that overcoat," quietly and hastily as she pointed to a headless male mannequin.  She turned back to Grandma and Trogdor, and unfortunately for the moment did not see Entropoly. It seemed she was going to lose a sale today, regardless. |
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Kate Green
Dedicated
Assessing the damage w/ Naoki
Roleplay posts: 309
Age: 19
Physical Description: Kate is built slenderly, but working in her gardens and on the field has defined her muscles. Her eyes shine with an amber hue and her silvery hair never seems to get dirty from the work she still insists on doing herself.
(Full Sized image: http://imgur.com/bJTWavF)
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a pink apron on her that has a simple square pattern. Underneath, brownish green pants and a black tube top. Many tools, such as a flower shovel, a small rake and a spray bottle, fit inside her pockets. A large red ribbon complements her hair.
When she was working at the Midnight Sun, she replaced her red ribbon with a black one she was gifted when she first joined. She also had a green dress, gifted to her by Naoki.
After being gone away for a long time, she has since expanded her wardrobe, and tends not to think about her clothes too much and follows whatever trends Naoki says are popular now.
Player's online availability : Consistently inconsistent
Registered: Sept 4, 2015 15:04:46 GMT -8
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Post by Kate Green on Jan 4, 2016 9:37:49 GMT -8
"Hey, don't push me like that! Hmph."Kate had barely registered the threat she had been facing, or rather, been facing away from. To her the tailor had just been very uncivil. "Hm? This one?" Kate said with a slight annoyance in her voice. "Sure, let the customers do all the work for you why doncha..." She grumbled, but detached the jacket from the dummy nevertheless, bringing it outside to Genevieve.
"Here." Kate extended the coat, her nose pointed upwards. "If you like that dragon so much, why don't you just marry him..." Kate pattered to herself, too quietly for anyone else to hear.
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Trogdor
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 220
Physical Description: Red scales on the back with a white stomach. Spiked head and ridge.
Age: 1042
Length: 60ft
Color: Red scales with a lighter stomach.
Clothes and Equipment: Weapons: claws, fire, and jaws.
Registered: Apr 21, 2015 9:34:10 GMT -8
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Post by Trogdor on Jan 4, 2016 12:13:32 GMT -8
The situation had gotten out of hand. Yet although Trogdor was seething in anger at the oblivious Kate the quick intervention of Genevieve stayed the dragons teeth. And thankfully so, for as Trogdor observed the pink girl falter her way through another social encounter he began to view her in a new light. This human was oblivious to everything! His anger now dampened to only slight annoyance once more he continued his dealings with the Genevieve.
Or at least he would have if some old hag hadn't butted in. Irrational anger flooded the dragon once more. He had never responded well to authority, especially when it was administered in such and aggressive matter. Genevieve, a rare gem of rationality, was able to calm Trogdor once more. Stroking the dragons ego did wonders for negotiations.
He sniffed the dress, attempting to unravel the enchantment it held. Oddly, he was not able to pinpoint what it was the dress did. It's magic was such that it was tailored one person in particular. "Your magic is complex." Almost a compliment. "I'll take the mannequin too. If the owner of this dress ever comes by you will send them to me? It would be a shame for the two to be separated, Non?"
Trogdor turned to the grandma and gave her a level stare. "Just a casual business transaction...Is it illegal for dragons to shop in this city? Would you like me to desist my purchase and cease my payment?" Trogdor emphasized the two verbs to illustrate that they meant the same thing.
The dragon might have left without paying but over all this had been an enjoyable experience and he had mentioned compensation. Turning back to Genevieve he asked her once more, "If there is a something, someone, or somewhere you would like to see simply speak the name." Trogdor opened his mouth and let a large tongue lull out. On it was the scrying mirror. Fueled from Trogdor's own mana reserves the crystal relic shone brightly. Rather than her reflection Genevieve would see a ethereal swirl of mists. Imbued with so much magic the mirror would almost seem to be a door way. Trogdor himself could not have viewed the mirror in such a state.
The choice was Genevieve's, she might not even have anything she wished to reflect upon.
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