a fairy
Established
Roleplay posts: 45 
Age: ?
Physical Description: A tiny male fairy who emits a purple glow.
Clothes and Equipment: Were one to examine closely past the strong glow, the fairy would be wearing a leafy purple outfit.
Player's online availability : ?
Registered: Sept 7, 2015 12:24:02 GMT -8
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Post by a fairy on Jan 10, 2016 15:11:55 GMT -8
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(To be continued)
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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 10, 2016 15:33:59 GMT -8
Genevieve barely had a chance to reply! It seemed that this... ah... man... had a very important mission, and that was to find the lady love of his life. Or, so Genevieve inferred from his intense questioning and movement.
When he peered closer at Genevieve, she couldn't help but lean back a little, her blue eyes wide and on his until he stood straight and seemed to revert back to a more gentlemanly tone of voice.
"I see," Genevieve said. "There was indeed such a woman that came by," she said, and felt it was in poor taste to volunteer that the woman Maelik saught was a friend of Kate's. She would let the young woman entertained by the fairy volunteer that information in due time. "And you are now looking for an introductory gift?"
She just wanted to make sure she had this right.
"Do you know any other information about her, perhaps? Like what line of work she is in, or any hobbies she enjoys?"
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Jan 10, 2016 16:21:03 GMT -8
Maelik brought a clawed finger to his chin and clicked his forked tongue in contemplation. No answers came to him immediately and it occurred to the demon that he knew next to nothing about that wondrous woman's world.
"Well... When she first came into my life I was too shy to speak to her and unfortunately she got away before I could learn anything substantial. As far as I can tell she doesn't really have a job but judging from her mannerisms she's kind hearted and gentle so she may be a teacher or a caretaker of some kind. As for hobbies she must enjoy being the center of my world since she's lurking in the forefront of my mind since I've first laid eyes on her. Honestly I don't even know where to begin in terms of suggestions so that's why I'm afraid I must rely on your no doubt keen intuition and womanly wisdom to lead me along my way."
With what could be passed ff as demonic puppy dog eyes Maelik looked down at Genevieve, his lower lip trembling ever so slightly with what one could swear was a tear forming in the corner of his eye.
"So please! I'm a hopeless case and anything that comes to your mind will probably be preferable than whatever pops into mine."
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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 11, 2016 16:08:17 GMT -8
It seemed like Maelik wanted to make a grand impression on the almost angelic being that had just been in her store.
"Well," she said, and then she looked around her store. "Ah! Wait here, monsieur," she said with a smile and she moved towards her shoe collection.
She picked up a pair of boots that were creamy white, perhaps with a tinge of blue in them. They were a woman's boot, meant for a small foot, but of course they were enchanted to fit anyone they were given to.
In fact, the boots were enchanted to shift with their owner, meant to improve the wearer's agility and quickness. She had noticed that Lum'Valia had not been wearing shoes when she'd entered, just a pretty white dress and the wings upon her back.
It was perhaps too grand a gesture, but a woman should never be without a food pair of shoes.
She moved back to Maelik with the boots in hand.
"Perhaps this is too grand a gesture," Genevieve said, "But I am thinking that no gesture is too grand for you when it comes to your lady love. If she is the woman you say she is, then I think she will enjoy these boots and put them to very good use. After all, the cold season will be upon us soon."
She offered a price for the boots, if Maelik seemed open to the idea of taking them. The price was perhaps a little expensive, but these were enchanted boots, of high quality, and very, very well made. Could anyone put a price on love?
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Jan 11, 2016 20:18:48 GMT -8
Maelik's puppy eye'd facade was wiped away in an instant when Genevieve produced the shoes, his face instead lighting up with a toothy grin.
"Glorious! Wondrous! Absolutely inspired!" The demon studied the boots at all angles to take in their full effect and giggling all the while.
When Genevieve stated her price the Lord didn't even bat an eye, he never had any need for money so it tended to stockpile itself over the centuries and he was more than willing to pay whatever it took.
"It is as you say, there is nothing too grand for my dove! This is why I always try to deal with professionals, they understand quality better than anyone."
He fiddled with his bag for a bit before producing his coin purse, taking out the specified amount and then an additional fifty or so gold coins as a tip for 'excellent customer service' before snatching up the boots and carefully placing them in his bag.
Once finished he'd bend low to give the woman a quick peck on the cheek before rushing out the door to follow Lum's scent to the next destination.
"Merci beaucoup madamoiselle, bonne journée!"
(Exit to Fletcher's Delectables)
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Lum'Valia
Dedicated
Normally a dragon, sometimes an angel, always good.
Roleplay posts: 325
Age: 1248
Physical Description: 128 feet long from head to tail. Her eyes which are usually half lidded glow silver. Her scales are a bright white that glows with energy and her massive wings are covered in alabaster feathers. She is a dragon so of course, she is unspeakable beautiful like a work of art.
Her voice is a difficult thing to described. It is a languid thing low and sonorous. Each word she speaks seems to be set to some unheard melody and those who hear her voice often get wrapped up in it. It's almost as though everything she says is part of a comforting lullaby from your childhood wrapping you up making you feel safe.
She specializes in light and holy magics, and her breath attack is a torrent of purifying white flame. Her flame attacks not the body but the soul purging and cleansing evil on a spiritual level. Her flame can turn someone who has been led astray back to the path of good and destroy those who are truly evil. She of course also has all the fearsome physical capabilities of her kind.
In her angelic form, she is lovely. Standing at roughly 5'8 with a slim and curvaceous figure. Her skin is a glowing alabaster and she has large wings with ivory feathers. Her hair is a lustrous silver color and spills down to her mid back. Her features are delicate, with high cheek bones, a pert nose, full lips, and beautiful silver eyes. Currently, she is in her human form, which looks identical to her angelic form but with red hair, and eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Dragons don't need gear.
Registered: Nov 26, 2015 20:26:13 GMT -8
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Post by Lum'Valia on Jan 15, 2016 8:28:36 GMT -8
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Arya Shieldheart
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 21
Physical Description: *Physical Description*
Arya stands at about 5'10, with an athletic build composed of lean yet strong muscle due to rigorous training in plate armor most of the time. Arya has pure white hair that tumbles down to just above the small of her back in flowing waves.
Her face holds soft features, which seem welcoming to any who look upon them. Her eyes, which are a ruby red color, always seem to hold a friendly, welcoming glint.
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Clothes and Equipment: *Clothes and Equipment*
In combat, Arya will almost always be wearing a high quality plate armor made of white plate accented in black. The armor was made to fit the user and is more form fitting than plate armor of a lower quality, which makes it hug her features a bit, while also allowing a freer range of movement. On top of this, the armor is also enchanted, which lends it additional strength in the form of various wards placed upon it. With the armor, Arya also usually has a dark navy blue cape that is enchanted to protect her from the elements that may affect a user wearing full plate normally.
Arya's sword, which she carries at all times, appears to be made out of pure gold and is ornately crafted, though in truth it is only golden in color. The blade seems to always gleam with holy energy. The source of the blade's holy energy seems to flow directly from Arya's soul, the blade and its wielder's soul linked by a powerful bond. The golden metal sword is so much a part of Arya that she can easily cast holy magic or light magic through it as she fights with it, and if one were to hold the blade, it would surrender everything of Arya's being to that person, including every memory, thought, and emotion she had ever experienced and is experiencing at the time. If the sword, which is nigh indestructible, is destroyed, however, Arya would die.
At other times, she wears more mundane clothing, though it typically consists of a cloak that is a dark navy blue, similar to her cape while she is wearing her armor that is also enchanted to protect it's wearer a bit. For the most part, she summons most of her equipment through the use of light magic, except for her sword.
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Registered: Jan 10, 2016 15:07:58 GMT -8
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Post by Arya Shieldheart on Jan 15, 2016 15:05:04 GMT -8
Arya followed Lum'Valia inside shortly after her, golden sword glinting on her back as she entered the shop. The paladin wore her armor, which was form-fitting and comfortable as always. She did however look around a bit, but otherwise did not seem to be too interested.
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Doobie du Shoobie
Dedicated
The Premier Stand Master!
Roleplay posts: 397
Age: 18
Physical Description: He's a Kobold with green scales and long hair that has recently turned platinum colour.
Clothes and Equipment: Blue Mage Robes with gold trim and the Heroes Guild cape draped over one shoulder.
Allegiances: Heroes Guild, Jun of the Celadine
Player's online availability : Every Day, noon to 2am eastern us time
Registered: May 28, 2015 14:51:50 GMT -8
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Post by Doobie du Shoobie on Jan 15, 2016 15:55:26 GMT -8
Doobie entered with the others. He was not in dire need of clothes, for he recently got new ones that were a great improvement to his shitty old rags he used to wear. His current outfit was comfortable and somewhat stylish.
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Jan 15, 2016 17:54:17 GMT -8
Unfortunately Jun was rather broke, and wasn't sure if she needed anything. Her armor was perfect-looking and she was still attached to her purple Verri uniform. But then again... she thought about her argument with herself during Lum'Valia's training, and insecurities about her appearance began to stir. Maybe she did need a new outfit.
Something sexy and stylish.
She looked around curiously. "Huh, I sense a faint magic in this store..."
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Lorelei & Lucia
Dedicated
Sweet dreams
Roleplay posts: 270
Age: 12
Physical Description: Lorelei and Lucia are twins, with pink hair. They have sweet, innocent faces and identical clothing. Nobody could ever tell them apart, except for their parents. But they're long gone. They have a placid expression all the time, no matter what.
Clothes and Equipment: Lorelei and Lucia wear a selection of cute dresses and outdoor clothing, always completely identical. They both also carry matching knives. How cute. They also wear identical backpacks. Two living wooden mannequins follow them, dressed up exactly like them. They have sculpted and painted faces to look like copies of the twins. The twins also have a pet mockingbird named Eclair.
Registered: Sept 14, 2015 11:55:33 GMT -8
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Post by Lorelei & Lucia on Jan 15, 2016 21:31:24 GMT -8
The twins sneak in quietly through the door and look for Lum'Valia . They hide behind a mannequin. There she is.She's got the others with her.No matter, we can wait until she's alone.Mr. Hasdrubal will be so pleased.Do you think we should wrap her heart in a box?Yes, and with a pretty bow too.Hehehehe. He'll love it. Is that a lizard man?Lizards are weird. They lick their eyeballs.Really? Eew.I know, right? I read it in one of Mr. Hasdrubal's books.I wonder why they would do that?They don't have eyelids.Really? Wow.Or maybe that's just geckos. I dunno.I wanna read about lizards now.It's a good book.Clearly, they have forgotten that Lum'Valia is perfectly able to hear their messages. |
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Lum'Valia
Dedicated
Normally a dragon, sometimes an angel, always good.
Roleplay posts: 325
Age: 1248
Physical Description: 128 feet long from head to tail. Her eyes which are usually half lidded glow silver. Her scales are a bright white that glows with energy and her massive wings are covered in alabaster feathers. She is a dragon so of course, she is unspeakable beautiful like a work of art.
Her voice is a difficult thing to described. It is a languid thing low and sonorous. Each word she speaks seems to be set to some unheard melody and those who hear her voice often get wrapped up in it. It's almost as though everything she says is part of a comforting lullaby from your childhood wrapping you up making you feel safe.
She specializes in light and holy magics, and her breath attack is a torrent of purifying white flame. Her flame attacks not the body but the soul purging and cleansing evil on a spiritual level. Her flame can turn someone who has been led astray back to the path of good and destroy those who are truly evil. She of course also has all the fearsome physical capabilities of her kind.
In her angelic form, she is lovely. Standing at roughly 5'8 with a slim and curvaceous figure. Her skin is a glowing alabaster and she has large wings with ivory feathers. Her hair is a lustrous silver color and spills down to her mid back. Her features are delicate, with high cheek bones, a pert nose, full lips, and beautiful silver eyes. Currently, she is in her human form, which looks identical to her angelic form but with red hair, and eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Dragons don't need gear.
Registered: Nov 26, 2015 20:26:13 GMT -8
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Post by Lum'Valia on Jan 16, 2016 19:42:02 GMT -8
Lum'Valia examines the various dresses, looking for a new style to change her own into. The shopkeeper appeared to be tied up for the moment, so the dragoness decided to spend the time waiting making conversation. Turning to her two young students she says airily.
"I don't really understand human fashion, so I may need your help choosing a new dress! I have a fair bit of gold, so if you'd like we can also get you two dresses."
She floats the light chest over to herself and sets it down, she reaches in and breaks off some chocolate offering it to Arya, Jun, and Doobie. She also sends a quick thought to the twins.
Despite how rude your thoughts are, you can also have some chocolate if you'd like.
Once everyone who wants chocolate has some Lum says voice turning thoughtful.
"I suppose I should let you know what we will be doing tomorrow. Since you both are eager to start your training, we will be traveling to Jun's cottage, from there we will enter the portal I set up to my home. My home is between this material plane, and the celestial plane I am part of, there I will be able to train you in holy magics. Do you have any questions?"
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Jun of the Celadine
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,410
Age: 28
Physical Description: Jun is a human adult, standing 5’4”. She is wiry and fit at approximately 120 lbs. She has olive skin, dark brown hair ending just above her shoulders, and slight epicanthic folds over her dark almond eyes. Her face is squarish with a small chin. Her skin is dotted with battle scars, and her left arm is heavily bandaged due to an unknown affliction.
Clothes and Equipment: Jun possesses a vast collection of seeds, herbs, insects, and scrolls hidden in various pouches in her armor. These serve as reagents for her multitude of spells. Her armor consists of a customized, long-coat style gambeson that is stuffed with a matrix of seeds and plant fibers. Fitted on top is a set of brass-like, enchanted half armor (chest piece, pauldrons, and tassets) which gives off a warm aura. She has an open-faced, burgonet style helmet and coif of the same materials.
Her most notable "weapons" are Blackbean and Resonance. Blackbean is an elephant-sized demon crow which has served with Jun for many years as a mount and as a bodyguard. A minor enchantment allows him to disguise himself as a regular crow. Resonance is an azure blue longsword with a mind of his own. He can intercept minor attacks and can teleport to his owner. He can also use a personal reserve of magic to aid in the casting of a single spell.
Allegiances: Isra
Player's online availability : Frequently
Registered: Mar 27, 2015 22:57:52 GMT -8
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Post by Jun of the Celadine on Jan 17, 2016 9:18:32 GMT -8
"I'm not much of a fashion expert." Jun looked around sadly. "Though I kinda wish I was. Something tells me holy dragons don't concern themselves with things like attractiveness." She took a piece of chocolate while looking at some of the... less modest outfits. "You know, I think sometimes I dress a little too conserv-"  ; Suddenly Jun sensed a strange presence in the room. Fundor's training had greatly increased her awareness of ambient magic. Jun looked towards the mannequin in front of the store. "Uh... Lummie... am I crazy or are we... not alone?" |
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Jeffery The Postal Imp
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 670 or so years.
Physical Description: As small as a puppy, fluffy and physically unimposing Jeffery almost embodies the saying, "Nobody is scared of a 'Jeffery'."
Like most other imps he's capable of flight, only in his case he has to undergo a bit of effort in order to push his wings out from his back so that he can indeed take to the skies. Other than that there really isn't much to say, he's got an adorable squeaky voice and is as soft as an pillow made of clouds but that's about it.
Clothes and Equipment: He lugs around a bag that's comically large for such a small fellow for the express purpose of holding mail. In addition the only real article of clothing he wears is the skull mask/helmet that all demon's under the Lord of Wrath's command wear as part of their uniform.
Registered: Jan 15, 2016 20:46:25 GMT -8
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Post by Jeffery The Postal Imp on Jan 17, 2016 22:29:36 GMT -8
Truth be told even though there was an entire town to comb over in search of his message's recipient it didn't take long for the imp to make his way to the Boutique. According to the boss's description he was to be on the look out for a group of three women, two of which were clad mostly in armor. But as far as Jeffery knew, armor wasn't exactly the norm for starlit dinners, especially when it was obviously meant as a romantic gesture, as such a likely place to find the trio was at a clothing store looking for more suitable attire.
So after numerous stops to ask for directions and a couple more just to catch his breath the furious fuzzball tromped over to the street just outside the Boutique's doors, coughing out a bit of the dust that he breathed in from being so close to the ground.
"Finally!" he crowed with a sense of genuine relief, "I was 'bout to keel over dead!" The imp approached even closer to the place and as he did such he took in the quaint sight of the little store with all the fancy dresses on display in the window. He almost retched.
"I don't get it... Why do mortals like this sort of stuff anyway? Ain't no sense in wearing something that will just rub your fur the wrong way and make everything so piss-poor uncomfortable..."
But then again he didn't have to understand why people bought into this sort of thing, he only had to step in and drop off his parcel and follow the group until they were ready to depart. So with a grunt he shouldered his bag and waddled up to the entrance way, having to take a few hopping attempts to open the door before actually being capable of getting inside.
Once inside he was taken aback by the sheer number of people that were in front of him. Doobie in particular caused a few of his brain's cogs to stutter, nothing that Boss Ballcrusher said mentioned anything about something like that being apart of this. And that didn't even include the twins, the two mischievous girls hidden out his sight and not entering the poor confounded imp's equations.
Jeffery tried to clear both his mind and his throat enough to begin attracting the attention of everyone gathered there so that he could impart his message but unfortunately for him in his shock he neglected to fully enter the place. Consequentially when the door was clipped by the shoulder of a passing pedestrian the resulting force of the door slamming shut punted the cute little blighter a good few feet through the air to land solidly on his rump with a little 'poof' noise.
"Owwwwwie..." he squeaked in that adorably high pitched voice he hated, "Ya stupid door, what did I ever do to you!?" With a couple of turn overs and a liberal rubbing of the pained area the imp was back on his feet, and while there were definitely tears glistening in the corners of his big red eyes he stayed strong!
"Ummmm... hi," he said with a blush and a little wave from his teeny weeny arm. "I don't wanna intrude so Imma just wait over there, don't mind me~" At that he tried to shuffle over to a nearby wall or barring that he'd try to hide himself under the dress of one of the mannequins.
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Lum'Valia
Dedicated
Normally a dragon, sometimes an angel, always good.
Roleplay posts: 325
Age: 1248
Physical Description: 128 feet long from head to tail. Her eyes which are usually half lidded glow silver. Her scales are a bright white that glows with energy and her massive wings are covered in alabaster feathers. She is a dragon so of course, she is unspeakable beautiful like a work of art.
Her voice is a difficult thing to described. It is a languid thing low and sonorous. Each word she speaks seems to be set to some unheard melody and those who hear her voice often get wrapped up in it. It's almost as though everything she says is part of a comforting lullaby from your childhood wrapping you up making you feel safe.
She specializes in light and holy magics, and her breath attack is a torrent of purifying white flame. Her flame attacks not the body but the soul purging and cleansing evil on a spiritual level. Her flame can turn someone who has been led astray back to the path of good and destroy those who are truly evil. She of course also has all the fearsome physical capabilities of her kind.
In her angelic form, she is lovely. Standing at roughly 5'8 with a slim and curvaceous figure. Her skin is a glowing alabaster and she has large wings with ivory feathers. Her hair is a lustrous silver color and spills down to her mid back. Her features are delicate, with high cheek bones, a pert nose, full lips, and beautiful silver eyes. Currently, she is in her human form, which looks identical to her angelic form but with red hair, and eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Dragons don't need gear.
Registered: Nov 26, 2015 20:26:13 GMT -8
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Post by Lum'Valia on Jan 18, 2016 6:32:33 GMT -8
Lum who had been about to answer Jun's question, paused when the imp entered the room. She looked at the little demon in shock, it was so... cute. When he got knocked off its feet Lum gasped, and before it could hide the dragoness swooped in, gathering the fuzzy thing in her arms. Soothing away it's pain and exhaustion with light magic, she says gently.
"Oh you poor little thing! Are you okay?"
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Arya Shieldheart
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 274
Age: 21
Physical Description: *Physical Description*
Arya stands at about 5'10, with an athletic build composed of lean yet strong muscle due to rigorous training in plate armor most of the time. Arya has pure white hair that tumbles down to just above the small of her back in flowing waves.
Her face holds soft features, which seem welcoming to any who look upon them. Her eyes, which are a ruby red color, always seem to hold a friendly, welcoming glint.
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Clothes and Equipment: *Clothes and Equipment*
In combat, Arya will almost always be wearing a high quality plate armor made of white plate accented in black. The armor was made to fit the user and is more form fitting than plate armor of a lower quality, which makes it hug her features a bit, while also allowing a freer range of movement. On top of this, the armor is also enchanted, which lends it additional strength in the form of various wards placed upon it. With the armor, Arya also usually has a dark navy blue cape that is enchanted to protect her from the elements that may affect a user wearing full plate normally.
Arya's sword, which she carries at all times, appears to be made out of pure gold and is ornately crafted, though in truth it is only golden in color. The blade seems to always gleam with holy energy. The source of the blade's holy energy seems to flow directly from Arya's soul, the blade and its wielder's soul linked by a powerful bond. The golden metal sword is so much a part of Arya that she can easily cast holy magic or light magic through it as she fights with it, and if one were to hold the blade, it would surrender everything of Arya's being to that person, including every memory, thought, and emotion she had ever experienced and is experiencing at the time. If the sword, which is nigh indestructible, is destroyed, however, Arya would die.
At other times, she wears more mundane clothing, though it typically consists of a cloak that is a dark navy blue, similar to her cape while she is wearing her armor that is also enchanted to protect it's wearer a bit. For the most part, she summons most of her equipment through the use of light magic, except for her sword.
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Registered: Jan 10, 2016 15:07:58 GMT -8
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Post by Arya Shieldheart on Jan 18, 2016 10:23:52 GMT -8
Arya had for the most part seen her fill of dresses, nothing in particular that she had seen seemed to interest her, and instead she just stood around somewhat bored while Lum'valia and Jun looked around for a bit. She did take a piece of chocolate though, nibbling on a small piece, "I don't really have much of a fashion sense either, I guess."
When the postal imp came into the boutique Arya watched it somewhat cautious, but it did not seem to be a threat and instead she gave it a disinterested look.
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Lorelei & Lucia
Dedicated
Sweet dreams
Roleplay posts: 270
Age: 12
Physical Description: Lorelei and Lucia are twins, with pink hair. They have sweet, innocent faces and identical clothing. Nobody could ever tell them apart, except for their parents. But they're long gone. They have a placid expression all the time, no matter what.
Clothes and Equipment: Lorelei and Lucia wear a selection of cute dresses and outdoor clothing, always completely identical. They both also carry matching knives. How cute. They also wear identical backpacks. Two living wooden mannequins follow them, dressed up exactly like them. They have sculpted and painted faces to look like copies of the twins. The twins also have a pet mockingbird named Eclair.
Registered: Sept 14, 2015 11:55:33 GMT -8
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Post by Lorelei & Lucia on Jan 18, 2016 10:41:19 GMT -8
The twins clamp their hands over their mouths as Lum'Valia replies to them .They lean in close, whispering to each other.
"She can hear us."
"I forgot about that."
Together, they come around the mannequin and walk over to the others sheepishly.
"Thank you, Ma'am."
They grab some chocolate and eat it, looking at Jun and Doobie wide-eyed.
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Lum'Valia
Dedicated
Normally a dragon, sometimes an angel, always good.
Roleplay posts: 325
Age: 1248
Physical Description: 128 feet long from head to tail. Her eyes which are usually half lidded glow silver. Her scales are a bright white that glows with energy and her massive wings are covered in alabaster feathers. She is a dragon so of course, she is unspeakable beautiful like a work of art.
Her voice is a difficult thing to described. It is a languid thing low and sonorous. Each word she speaks seems to be set to some unheard melody and those who hear her voice often get wrapped up in it. It's almost as though everything she says is part of a comforting lullaby from your childhood wrapping you up making you feel safe.
She specializes in light and holy magics, and her breath attack is a torrent of purifying white flame. Her flame attacks not the body but the soul purging and cleansing evil on a spiritual level. Her flame can turn someone who has been led astray back to the path of good and destroy those who are truly evil. She of course also has all the fearsome physical capabilities of her kind.
In her angelic form, she is lovely. Standing at roughly 5'8 with a slim and curvaceous figure. Her skin is a glowing alabaster and she has large wings with ivory feathers. Her hair is a lustrous silver color and spills down to her mid back. Her features are delicate, with high cheek bones, a pert nose, full lips, and beautiful silver eyes. Currently, she is in her human form, which looks identical to her angelic form but with red hair, and eyes.
Clothes and Equipment: Dragons don't need gear.
Registered: Nov 26, 2015 20:26:13 GMT -8
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Post by Lum'Valia on Jan 18, 2016 10:59:08 GMT -8
Still cradling the imp, Lum nods at the twins and gives them a smile. She says to Jun sounding impressed.
"These two are who you were sensing. I never did catch their names, but they are employees of the Midnight Sun."
She then sends a telepathic message to her companions, unlike the twins she has the sense to keep it private.
Be careful, they are more dangerous than they may seem.
With that said Lum continues looking through the dresses, finalling finding a few in a style she likes. She frees one of her hands, the other still holding the imp and with a gesture her dress shifts through the options.
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Lorelei & Lucia
Dedicated
Sweet dreams
Roleplay posts: 270
Age: 12
Physical Description: Lorelei and Lucia are twins, with pink hair. They have sweet, innocent faces and identical clothing. Nobody could ever tell them apart, except for their parents. But they're long gone. They have a placid expression all the time, no matter what.
Clothes and Equipment: Lorelei and Lucia wear a selection of cute dresses and outdoor clothing, always completely identical. They both also carry matching knives. How cute. They also wear identical backpacks. Two living wooden mannequins follow them, dressed up exactly like them. They have sculpted and painted faces to look like copies of the twins. The twins also have a pet mockingbird named Eclair.
Registered: Sept 14, 2015 11:55:33 GMT -8
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Post by Lorelei & Lucia on Jan 18, 2016 11:56:48 GMT -8
The twins smile adorably and speak in turn.
"I'm Lorelei."
"I'm Lucia."
And then, together:
"Nice to meet you all."
They look at the imp closely.
"He's so fluffy."
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Doobie du Shoobie
Dedicated
The Premier Stand Master!
Roleplay posts: 397
Age: 18
Physical Description: He's a Kobold with green scales and long hair that has recently turned platinum colour.
Clothes and Equipment: Blue Mage Robes with gold trim and the Heroes Guild cape draped over one shoulder.
Allegiances: Heroes Guild, Jun of the Celadine
Player's online availability : Every Day, noon to 2am eastern us time
Registered: May 28, 2015 14:51:50 GMT -8
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Post by Doobie du Shoobie on Jan 18, 2016 12:58:29 GMT -8
"Hm! I thank thee." Doobie accepts the chocolate and places it into his mouth. He'd also snicker as he noticed the Imp get punted. "Keekeekeekee."
Doobie crossed his arms and studied the twins with a leery eye, taking note of their mirror imagery and their odd wings. They appeared human, but the wings raised questions about them. "Hm, these two small humans are too similar, too similar indeed! Be these Dubious Doppelgangers some unnatural force? Doobie demands his curiosity to be sated."
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Jeffery The Postal Imp
Established
Roleplay posts: 11
Age: 670 or so years.
Physical Description: As small as a puppy, fluffy and physically unimposing Jeffery almost embodies the saying, "Nobody is scared of a 'Jeffery'."
Like most other imps he's capable of flight, only in his case he has to undergo a bit of effort in order to push his wings out from his back so that he can indeed take to the skies. Other than that there really isn't much to say, he's got an adorable squeaky voice and is as soft as an pillow made of clouds but that's about it.
Clothes and Equipment: He lugs around a bag that's comically large for such a small fellow for the express purpose of holding mail. In addition the only real article of clothing he wears is the skull mask/helmet that all demon's under the Lord of Wrath's command wear as part of their uniform.
Registered: Jan 15, 2016 20:46:25 GMT -8
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Post by Jeffery The Postal Imp on Jan 18, 2016 13:49:44 GMT -8
When Lum came to sweep him into her arms Jeffery almost had a panic attack out of fear. He scrambled and tried to run away only to fall back down on the ground which made it all that much easier for the angelic dragoness to pluck him up into her arms.
As soon as she had him firmly in her grasp the imp was already on the verge of bawling his eyes out, his arms and legs tucked in close to this torso. However, when Lum's healing magic washed over his small frame and sorted out his various bruises he calmed down substantially.
"Oh..." he said quietly, wiping the tears away as he snuggled up closer to Lum. "I ain't never been treated like this before... It's nice..."
In typical imp fashion Jeffery made himself as comfortable as he could in her caring hold, bringing his bag up to rest on his chest so that it didn't run the risk of falling to the ground. And it was a good thing he did too, because when the twins showed themselves he almost jumped out of his skin again, it was highly apparent that the little guy was not good with surprises.
Of course Lum's calming presence helped him cool down shortly afterward and after a few more seconds of sucking up in the arms of a far more forgiving person than he expected he felt ready to impart the message.
"Well, I guess I should be getting back to work... Hello everyone, I'm Jeffery and I'm a postal imp. I've got a message for everyone in here." He took a little scroll from his big bag and unrolled it to reveal a scrawling script written in a flowing cursive. Of course, the imp didn't read the thing word for word, instead he chose to paraphrase the whole thing since he wasn't sure what half the words meant.
"So yer all supposed to go to the Plains as soon as you want and I'm supposed to lead ya to the right spot. I'm not too sure if that little meanie or those two other girls are meant to come to but I assume it's alright," he said with pointing to Doobie and the twins respectively.
"Lord Maltreatm- I mean Lord Maelik, or as he has written here, Mr. Ul-sci-cor? Yeah that seems right, anyway he's got a big fancy set up back in the woods and there's free food for the lot of you. As for you miss Lum..." he rifled through the bag some more and eventually produced a sack of gold that was probably twice as heavy as he was.
"He said to bring this to you in case you needed anything, or as he put it. 'If my lovely flame so desires then she shall have whatever she wishes! The glittering of gold cannot hope to compare to the sparkle in her eyes and the sun itself is jealous of her radiance!'" he said in a bad impression of Maelik's civilized speaking patterns.
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