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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2016 6:21:38 GMT -8
It was sunny and bright and full of merry and festive colors and sounds there in Downtown Carmela. People seemed to be happy, music was being played by enthusiastic bards, and there were even couples dancing in one of the courtyards of the island that seemed to be party central.
She spied a bistro restaurant that had outdoor seating, and she also spied a clothing shop as well. Taking Enigma by the wrist, she led him through the streamers and banners and people to the bistro itself and stepped inside. She dropped the "Fletcher" name, and got their table comp'd, a table situated out on the patio.
Menus were brought around, and it didn't occur to Rafaela that this might be misconstrued as a date to outsiders, especially given how pale and sickly Rafaela looked and how skinny and malnourished Enigma appeared. Compared to the other beautifully-dressed people that seemed to be enjoying the sunshine, both of them looked like crackheads.
Rafaela, at least, was aware of that however. She set her bag down by her feet.
"Stay here for a second. I'll be right back," Rafaela told him and she nimbly moved over the little wrought-iron gave that sectioned off the patio they were sitting at and slipped into the crowd. She was heading towards the clothing store by the looks of it.
The minutes she was gone dragged, no doubt made worse by Enigma's paranoia, but she suddenly reappeared again. Her skin had not been cleaned, but her hair had been swept up into a high ponytail, and instead of her leather armor she wore... a dress, with sleeves that sloped over her naked shoulders, and a corset wrapped around her lithe waist. The skirt of the dress fell to just below her knees, and the quality make of her boots covered up her skin on her legs so nothing could be seen there but... still. It was a dress. And a nice one. And it looked fairly decent on her. With some food in her and some fresh air, she'd maybe start to look less sickly and more healthy and then she'd really look nice.
"Here," she said and pushed something towards him beneath the table. It was another bag. She glanced away from him and smiled at a passing waiter as her gloveless hands reached to cup themselves around the water glass on the bistro table. "I have clothes for you in there. Go change so we don't stand out," she murmured to him.
Bossing him around, of course, but her logic couldn't be argued. They could afford to look as sickly as they fault, but to look like beggars and peasants in a island without said beggars and peasants -- it simply would not do.
(Sorry for all the italics. My italic button gets stuck when I post to Fantasy Sandbox from Internet Explorer. D: )
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2016 6:59:52 GMT -8
The curvaceous little voodoo witch stepped out of the alleyway with Samael by her side, and his words caused her to let out a chime of confident and sarcastic-lined laughter that made soft parts of her wiggle invitingly as she tossed her luxurious brunette hair over her shoulder. "Well, I will probably kill him. This must be why he has run," she said, speaking of murder to casually. Then again, it wasn't as if the Carmela-native woman hadn't just sent the soul of a dark and twisted pirate after the demon. The woman could probably afford to be taken down a peg or two in the humble scale, but right now was not the time to do that. They were now out among the people in their vibrant colors, the lush green of tropical plants bursting between the brightly painted buildings with their pristine and shining window fronts. Music was playing and people were dancing, but Esperanza walked away from the more populated square and up a street that was still decently walked. "Why are you in Carmela?" Esperanza asked, her Latin eyes, dark and deep and warm, looking up into his face. She had already asked this question of him before, but now that they weren't at each other's throats, she thought that she might get an honest answer of him now. |
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Samael
Dedicated
Evolution takes time.
Roleplay posts: 222 
Age: Unknown.
Physical Description: The seemingly young man before you stands at the imposing height of 5'10. There's a rich, deep complexion to his skin, and it could be considered desiresable among gossipers. However, he is not without Mara along his body, having minute scarring in various areas. It's clear by the astute that he's seen battle, and his presence is made known by the miasma of ambition that radiates off him. His body is hardened by muscle, though scouring his frame. His body is not without their imperfections, but even so, his old wounds give off the realization that he is not entirely vain.
Clothes and Equipment: Donning roguish attire, Samael can be seen cloaked in a fur jacket adorned with magical properties. Power radiates from the article of clothing, though it's easily unnoticed. Unfamiliar fabric hangs along his frame, though it seems to consistently shift about, rippling akin to water. Some say that he typically wears nothing, and dons a miasma of dark magic to cover himself appropriately. The undeniable rattling of metal emanates from him, and the source stems from a great sword that is linked together with a sinister looking chain. Both glow with dark energies at times, and it's safe to assume that they've been blessed... Or cursed by higher powers.
Player's online availability : On most of the time, most responsive in the afternoons, and evenings.
Registered: Mar 23, 2016 21:24:20 GMT -8
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Post by Samael on May 23, 2016 7:26:46 GMT -8
Samael rarely took the opportunity to simply take in his surroundings just to admire scenery. However, with his confidence in his newly evolved abilities, he takes an appreciative look over of the lush city, and it's beautiful, glittering sea in the distance. It quells his typically burning urges to find combat on the field, and as he shifts his attention over to his newly acquainted Latina friend, he can not help but admire more to her, than her appearance. Many women he came across had lacked the capacity to truly ignite his spirit, nor challenge him in interesting ways as she did.
She was aware of her strengths, and she knew damn well that she looked gorgeous. Yet he knew that such an appearance was far more dangerous than even a blade that might be stuffed in her clothing. He was vaguely reminded of a rose, given how they tended to be beautiful, until touched or provoked. But she also had an uncanny ability to draw a smile out of him, even when she wished him harm. She was odd for a mortal without a doubt, though he would not be entertaining the thought of delving thoughts on those sort of manners.. Not yet, at least.
"I came here for a rumored grimiore that is said to house the directions to a demonic shrine. They tell me this shrine holds a vast number of souls, prisoners of the hellish wars that took place in the past. I want to use them selfishly, and simply add to my already formidable power. Plus the women here are supposed to be unlike any other. You would make an already rare case, special. But I would like to know what this guy did, and why do you care about the life of mere fodder."
Such notions of love had never truly effected Samael.. He's tried to emulate it, but it was one of the few aspects he could never quite get down. Despite this, he continued wandering the world, remnants of his time with an angel being only but fond memories. Even now, he wishes for them to fade entirely, to ease the nagging sensation within the back of his mind.
He was a demon. He would only find a love for chaos.
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2016 8:59:22 GMT -8
She listened to him speak, her shoulders perhaps stiffening a little as he mentioned the grimoire, as he mentioned the temple, but they relaxed again...
And then she rounded on him. Before, he had simply been given her annoyance, her anger, her haughtiness. Now, however, she was delicious charm and warm charisma, her Spanish eyes long-lashed and dark and on his as her arm came out to brace against the warm brick of the building they where next to. She stopped him from walking, this fiery, passionate, curly-haired vixen that meant trouble for any male -- be it man or demon -- that crossed her path.
"How do you know of this grimoire, hm?" she asked him, the sunshine warming her cafe au lait skin, gleaming off of the glossy mahogany shine of her brunette hair. "Perhaps it does not exist. Perhaps it is long gone."
... And perhaps it was in her great-grandmother's mausoleum, hidden underneath marble and ash and bones to make its dark magic signature be muted and untraceable.
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Samael
Dedicated
Evolution takes time.
Roleplay posts: 222
Age: Unknown.
Physical Description: The seemingly young man before you stands at the imposing height of 5'10. There's a rich, deep complexion to his skin, and it could be considered desiresable among gossipers. However, he is not without Mara along his body, having minute scarring in various areas. It's clear by the astute that he's seen battle, and his presence is made known by the miasma of ambition that radiates off him. His body is hardened by muscle, though scouring his frame. His body is not without their imperfections, but even so, his old wounds give off the realization that he is not entirely vain.
Clothes and Equipment: Donning roguish attire, Samael can be seen cloaked in a fur jacket adorned with magical properties. Power radiates from the article of clothing, though it's easily unnoticed. Unfamiliar fabric hangs along his frame, though it seems to consistently shift about, rippling akin to water. Some say that he typically wears nothing, and dons a miasma of dark magic to cover himself appropriately. The undeniable rattling of metal emanates from him, and the source stems from a great sword that is linked together with a sinister looking chain. Both glow with dark energies at times, and it's safe to assume that they've been blessed... Or cursed by higher powers.
Player's online availability : On most of the time, most responsive in the afternoons, and evenings.
Registered: Mar 23, 2016 21:24:20 GMT -8
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Post by Samael on May 23, 2016 9:28:01 GMT -8
The sudden pause had given Samael a bit of surprise, running into Esperanza with a visage that signifies his confusion. Sure enough, she had further questioned his motives, and he could feel the scrutiny upon him. His smoldering gaze lingers upon her as they stay within a portion of the shaded building, his eyes lidding. "I know of this grimiore because information from the seven circles themselves lead to it. My steer is s book keeper, and I completed a favor for her, in order to acquire the location that was last known. It's feasible that it's gone, but I'll ensure there's not an unturned stone here before I wander once more."
Her words incite curiosity however, and his arm motions to part her own out of the way, taking a step or two toward her. With the way her tone was used, it provoked confusion from Samael, an emotion that he did not like to linger on. "...Why would you care about such a thing, Witch? I'm positive it's not gone.. But you make it sound like there's more to it than I anticipated." His lips purse together, and his darkened skin is given a gentle sheen as he plants an arm along the wall, a foreboding expression being made.
Was he closer to the goal than he thought?
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Enigma
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 164
Age: 25 or 987
Physical Description: Human: Enigma appears to be a human male around the age of 25. He has jet black hair which falls just past his jawline. He has one light blue eye and one dark brown eye. He stands at 6'1'' with an average build, not as well muscled as a warrior or fighter would be.
Dragon: Enigma is a black dragon of imposing size in his full dragon form, which is around the size of a dragon approaching over one thousand years old. Enigma's eye colors are the same while in this form as they are in human form.
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Size: length - 70 ft height - 37 ft
Clothes and Equipment: In his human form Enigma wears whatever clothes is available to him. Whether these be simply rags or perhaps a nice set of leather it does not matter. The clothes he happens to be wearing at the time are destroyed when he enters dragon form either way.
Player's online availability : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ
Registered: Aug 25, 2015 19:17:01 GMT -8
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Post by Enigma on May 24, 2016 20:08:52 GMT -8
Enigma did not seem to notice exactly how out of place they were, as he was only focused on one thing, food. He would curiously look over the menu once it arrived. He had never looked at a menu before. The amount of choices were overwhelming at first, but eventually he had decided on what he wanted and ordered it.
Enigma looked up somewhat surprised when Rafaela announced she was leaving. She would be right about Enigma's paranoia as his mind already began to wander towards the worst possible outcomes as soon as more than a few minutes passed. By the time she showed up once again, Enigma looked ready to just about lose it, as could be seen by growing tension in his frame, and the increasingly frenzied look in his icy blue eyes.
Once he spotted her though his worries would quickly leave him. She looked considerably better than she did before too, which also helped. In response to her whispered words he could only muster a small nod before walking off. He held a startled expression from the moment he saw her as if blind-sided by how good she looked.
He would soon return after a while. He took longer than Rafaela in getting the clothes she had given him on. This was due to a few factors, including having a bit of trouble locating somewhere to change among other things. However, he seemed to have dressed himself just fine, and was now wearing a nice button up short sleeve shirt with some flora patterns on it, although he left the top couple buttons undone as he had seen some others do the same. Perhaps this style emerged from the hot climate. On his legs he wore a pair of pants that were tan colored, and ended at his feet where he wore shoes.
His dress up was for the most part alright, although the collar of his shirt was a bit crooked. Not that Enigma paid much attention to small details such as these. He would sit back down at the table once more, looking over to Rafaela once again for a few moments before mustering up some words, "So, when does the food get here?"
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Post by Deleted on May 25, 2016 15:58:38 GMT -8
She noticed how antsy he was and gave him a queer look as she took her seat, bending a little to make sure she didn't scrunch up her skirt when she sat down. "Stop that," she told him, glancing over her shoulder at a lovey-dovey couple that was walking by, arm in arm, her head on his shoulder.
Rafaela rolled her pretty blue eyes. Love was for children. She glanced back over to him and nudged the bag of clothing in his direction, apparently unaware that he might have actually liked the way Pretty Rafaela looked, considering he'd only seen Rogue Rafaela and Sick Rafaela and Drunk Rafaela before.
While he was changing, she ordered her food and tons of it. Now that she wasn't sick and had some time to recover, she was starving. She ordered water to drink and immediately took a big gulp, gargled, and spat it into the decorative bushes. That earned her a few looks, so she toned it down for the next gulp of water, swishing it aorund in her mouth to get rid of that vomit taste before spitting it into the bushes.
Then, she ordered spiked lemonade because she wanted it in all this sultry heat. By the time Enigma returned, Rafaela was leaning back in her chair and using the menu as a fan, sweat lightly gleaming off her naked shoulders and slender throat. She smiled to look at him. "Very nice. Much better than what I'd seen you in before."
She shrugged a shoulder and she leaned forward to brace her elbows on the table, certain feminine parts of her shifting beneath the bodice of her off-the-shoulder dress. "Then again, you look good naked, too." She winked at him, obviously teasing him. She remembered pretty much nothing about what had happened except that he'd been naked and they'd had to break into a warehouse.
"Any moment now. I ordered a bunch of food. And this thing," she held up her glass that was decorated with fruit and umbrellas. "I don't know what it is, but I think I need another one." She drank down the last of the brightly colored alcohol and gestured to a waitress who caught the gesture and took her glass.
Rafaela settled her blue eyes back onto Enigma. "How are you holding up? Withdrawal's a hell of a drug."
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Enigma
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 164
Age: 25 or 987
Physical Description: Human: Enigma appears to be a human male around the age of 25. He has jet black hair which falls just past his jawline. He has one light blue eye and one dark brown eye. He stands at 6'1'' with an average build, not as well muscled as a warrior or fighter would be.
Dragon: Enigma is a black dragon of imposing size in his full dragon form, which is around the size of a dragon approaching over one thousand years old. Enigma's eye colors are the same while in this form as they are in human form.
Dragon Species: European Dragon
Size: length - 70 ft height - 37 ft
Clothes and Equipment: In his human form Enigma wears whatever clothes is available to him. Whether these be simply rags or perhaps a nice set of leather it does not matter. The clothes he happens to be wearing at the time are destroyed when he enters dragon form either way.
Player's online availability : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQw4w9WgXcQ
Registered: Aug 25, 2015 19:17:01 GMT -8
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Post by Enigma on May 26, 2016 16:33:59 GMT -8
Enigma would gain a startled look at Rafaela teased him, as he really did not know what to make of that comment at the moment. He would quickly recover though as he noticed the colorful drink Rafaela had, and would order one himself in his curiosity of what it tasted like. He would find he quite liked it and would order another one after quickly finishing his first. It tasted sweet and fruity and seemed to quench his thirst. It also helped with the heat. The alcohol in the drinks were the least of his worries.
Enigma would blink a couple times when Rafaela spoke again. It seemed he had drifted off for a few minutes, falling silent and sipping on his colorful drink. It was one of the symptoms still present due to his withdrawal, which made it difficult for him to remain attentive at times. He would sigh lightly before replying, "Yes, I feel better than I did before. I could not even stand during the worst of it. It is much better now..."
His words were true, although along with his variable concentration, he also still had some lingering symptoms such as anxiety, and tiredness.
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2016 16:42:36 GMT -8
"I bet you're still itching for your next fix, though," Rafaela said to him, drinking down her second fruity drink thing and then leaning back in her chair when the food began to arrive. Enigma got his one plate, and Rafaela her first. But then a second came, and then a third, and a fourth, until the waiters had to take away the decoration on the middle of the table as the expanse before them was laid out with delicious island dishes.
"Mana from Heaven," Rafaela said as she dug into the food, reaching up to tuck a strand of her silvery-white hair behind her ear. "So, can you, like," she paused, eating something delicious that made her give a slight moan, a look of pleasure flitting across her eyes before she swallowed it down. "Oh, that is so good. Try this. Give me your fork."
She gave him her fork that was filled with the next bite of the dish and reached out for the one he wasn't using -- or the one she expected him to stop using so that he could eat off her fork and she could continue eating with his.
"Can you smell the Pixie Dust?" she asked him, taking a bit of something else with so much cheese connecting from the dish to her fork that she had to raised her arm high before the cheese finally broke off. "Like, track it down. Or has it ruined that sense?"
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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 21:05:41 GMT -8
Thaelyn walked into the downtown area with Alden Marshal, looking around curiously. There were so many options for lunch! Finally something caught her attention, and she meandered over to the stall, which was offering roasted fish on a stick in some sort of spicy-sweet sauce, paired with small balls of rice and an interesting mango-flavored sauce for dipping. She looked up at Alden and smiled.
"What do you think? I think it smells good."
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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 25, 2016 6:19:12 GMT -8
Alden follows Thaelyn. He also looks around though his gaze is less curious and more watchful. He's taken her hand in his enjoying the feel of her dainty palm pressed against his. When she finally settles on a place he eyes the food. It certainly smelled good so he smiles back and nods.
"It does. Lets get a few orders."
Alden hands over some money for their meals. Once they have their lunch he heads over to a small seating area near the stand. Settling down to eat with gusto. It is quite the interesting meal and very tasty.
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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 25, 2016 11:43:08 GMT -8
Thaelyn beamed up at him when he agreed, and soon they were sitting with leaf bowls full of delicious food. She ate daintily, nestled up to Alden and enjoying the blend of flavors.
"I'd always heard Carmela was beautiful, but I had no idea it was like this. Talk about paradise on earth." She nibbled delicately at her food, looking around at all the different people and trees and flowers. It was so beautiful here. She almost didn't want the day to end.
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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 25, 2016 12:27:31 GMT -8
Alden looked around and tried to see what Thaelyn did. A lifetime of seeing the world only in terms of utility made identifying beauty a trick prospect. He'd been practicing, though. He wanted to understand what other people saw when they looked at art or gorgeous scenery. He'd begun to learn that it was how it made you feel that mattered. For example, when he looked at Thaelyn he felt warm. When he looked at the scenery he felt intrigued. These different feelings were still muted but he was pretty sure he was making progress. Leaning against Thaelyn he kiss the top of her head.
"It's nice. I think the kids would like it. Plenty of colors, noises, and interesting things to look at."
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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 25, 2016 12:33:33 GMT -8
Thaelyn smiled when he kissed the top of her head, then laughed softly at his statement.
"I'm sure they would. Maybe we should bring them here one day, like I promised." One day. It was so easy to think of herself in the future, beside Alden and his children. But she didn't know that was how things were going to turn out. They were happy together, now, but would it last? Would he still want to be with her in a year? In five? In fifty? Thaelyn gazed thoughtfully at a lone blossom, brilliant orange and yellow, that looked like a bird, bobbing in the wind. She didn't like to think about the future. It frightened her. But she couldn't help it when she was with Alden. She wanted him in her life, for as long as they could be together. Shaking herself out of her thoughts, she returned to eating her lunch with great enjoyment.
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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 25, 2016 12:41:48 GMT -8
By contrast, Alden wasn't particularly concerned about the future. He tried to live in the moment. Since the future was uncertain and his past was horrific. So he was simply happy in the moment. Once they are finished he turns to Thaelyn and says curiously.
"So what next?"
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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 25, 2016 13:00:19 GMT -8
Thaelyn finished eating and tossed the leaf bowl into a nearby receptacle. Then she looked up at Alden when he spoke, and grinned.
"I think we should do a little shopping, find some fun things for the kids, you know?" Taking his hand, she pulled him with her as she began to roam around, looking for an interesting shop to start in. One filled with shells - painted, turned into windchimes and jewelry, things like that. She gasped in delight and bounded inside. And so it began.
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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 25, 2016 13:12:59 GMT -8
Alden dutifully follows Thaelyn. She had a point his children would certainly appreciate souvenirs. Though he'd never been terribly good at picking out toys. He knew what his kids liked, but more often than not he let them chose for themselves. It was more efficient that way. Still, with Thaelyn's help, he is sure they will find some winners. He grins and smiles as she takes him through store after store and laughs as she exclaims and delights over everything that takes her fancy.
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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 25, 2016 13:49:19 GMT -8
A few hours browsing and shopping resulted in a bag full of souvenirs for the kids - including something called 'saltwater taffy' that Thaelyn thought they'd enjoy. Then the sun was starting to sink below the horizon. Thaelyn led Alden to a building clearly divided into two sides, one for men and one for women, and rifled through the bag. She quickly pulled out a smaller bag that she tucked against her chest, handing the other off to Alden with a grin.
"You can go in here and clean off all the salt and sand. There's a change of clothes in the bag. I'll meet you back out here in thirty minutes, and then we can go to our dinner reservation?" She beamed up at him with shining eyes. She couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he saw the dress she'd brought. Waiting only for his response, Thaelyn then retreated into the building to clean up and change herself. She wondered how Alden would react to the clothes she'd picked out for him - a comfortable shirt of light and airy material in a shade of blue that she thought would look excellent on him, as well as a pair of comfortable pants in a dark grey hue.
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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 25, 2016 13:58:20 GMT -8
Alden himself had focused mostly on various things. Art type stuff for Rawr Rawr, pretty crystals for the girls, and masks for Caleb and Kae. He takes the offered bag and nods at her gratefully. Entering the building. Inside are cubicles made of bamboo with water pumps inside. Apparently, they hadn't gotten water runes installed yet. Working the pump sends a stream of water from a head above him rinsing off the salt and sand effectively. Once he is rinsed and dried he gets dressed. Looking at the clothes curiously. They fit very well but weren't from his own rather bland closet. Apparently Thaelyn had memorized his measurements and had some new things made for him. After about ten minutes he is outside and waiting for her.
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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 25, 2016 14:03:36 GMT -8
Thaelyn enjoyed the shower, washing herself and her long hair thoroughly, then drying herself with magic. Twisting the upper half of her hair back into a loose knot and leaving the rest down, she put on her dress. It was a deep emerald green made of silky material, with thin straps over her shoulders, and a plunging neckline that showed off her cleavage. There was also no back to speak of, and it fell to about mid-calf. Stepping into a pair of green sandals, she hurried out to meet Alden, smiling as she saw him in the clothes she'd had made.
"Oh! I just knew that blue would look amazing on you. It really makes your eyes stand out."
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