Aesen Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157 
Age: 17
Physical Description: Aesen looks his age, with an angular jaw and rounded chin. His grey eyes are soft and often gleam with mischief, or when he thinks no one is looking dim with melancholy. His hair is short and brown and he stands a hair breadth under six foot even.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aesen often wears a long leather coat with a furred collar. Underneath he wears a grey shirt and dark grey slacks. His only weapon is a cutlass with a handle slight to large and heavy to be well balanced.
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Registered: Aug 7, 2016 14:08:16 GMT -8
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Post by Aesen Kestrel on Aug 27, 2016 21:57:49 GMT -8
There is no immediate answer. Instead he turns to her and lunges out with an arm. Catching her waist he pulls her on top of him and kisses her. After a moment he breaks the kiss and he murmurs softly.
"It does make me sad. But I want to make new memories here. New memories with the only other person I've loved."
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Lisere Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 154 
Age: 17
Physical Description: As is typical of Tieflings (those descended from devils), Lisere is of diminutive stature, coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'2", and weighing very little. Her skin is of fairly normal coloration, although somewhat pale, and her ears are pointed - but that is where the normality ends. Her mid-back-length hair is a pale shade of violet, and her eyes are a bright shining silvery hue. Two sets of horns (one larger than the other) adorn her head, one towards the front and another protruding nearer the back, and a single smaller horn emerges from her brow, near the hairline. Her fingers and toes end in claws, rather than nails, and she has a long, vaguely serpentine tail, which thins into a nearly prehensile tip. Patches of her skin are scaled, most notably the backs of her fingers, strips on the back of her hands, forearms, and upper arms; around her shoulders; the tops of her feet, and her ankles and knees; around her navel and curving over her hips; on the back of her neck, down her spine, and in the small of her back; along her cheekbones, and in a line down the center of her face, starting around her horn, moving across her nose, and ending on her chin. Lines have been inked into her face, framing the scaly patch down the center of her visage and in a scar-like appearance over each eye, descending from her hairline.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally, Lisere wears a set of cleric's robes in a unique design. Pale purplish leather straps cross over her chest in an X-shape, curving over her shoulders and connecting to the low back of her dress-like top. This top descends to mid-thigh and is separated in the front just below her breasts, thus revealing her midriff, and lays over a pair of calf-length leggings in a darker greyish color. On her feet, she wears a pair of sturdy leather sandals (due to the claws on her toes, you see). She normally wears a pendant which bears the symbol of her goddess, Tymora, the Lady of Luck, and on the fourth finger of her left hand is her wedding ring; she also carries a staff which is slightly taller than her, made of some opalescent grey wood and crowned with a twisting pattern that surrounds a perfectly clear spherical crystal.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Aug 27, 2016 22:07:56 GMT -8
Lisere gasped in surprise as she was abruptly pulled over on top of Aesen, and she found herself sprawled along the length of him, their bodies pressed so tightly together that it left little to the imagination. She blushed vividly, even as he caught her lips in a kiss, and then she was looking at him dazedly when he released her to speak. His words caused silver eyes to fill with emotion, and then she responded in a quiet voice brimming with feeling.
"I'm happy to help you with that endeavor." And, putting paid to the statement, she leaned in and captured his lips with her own, kissing him deeply. She threaded her fingers into his hair, reveling in the fact that she didn't need to be quite as careful this time, able to stroke her fingertips across his scalp and twine her fingers in his hair without getting her claws tangled in it. Oh, this was delightful. Best decision ever.
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Aesen Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: 17
Physical Description: Aesen looks his age, with an angular jaw and rounded chin. His grey eyes are soft and often gleam with mischief, or when he thinks no one is looking dim with melancholy. His hair is short and brown and he stands a hair breadth under six foot even.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aesen often wears a long leather coat with a furred collar. Underneath he wears a grey shirt and dark grey slacks. His only weapon is a cutlass with a handle slight to large and heavy to be well balanced.
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Registered: Aug 7, 2016 14:08:16 GMT -8
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Post by Aesen Kestrel on Aug 28, 2016 8:24:11 GMT -8
The feel of her soft body pressed against his, her lips and his interlocked, her hands running through his hair. All of this was enough to fan the ever present spark of desire within him to a flame. Yet for the moment he is content to lie on his back and allow her to do as she pleases. As much as want to reverse their positions. To roll her onto her back and smother her with his lips. He doesn't. Because he wants her to be comfortable with what they are doing. So he let's her set the pace, let's her keep control.
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Lisere Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 154
Age: 17
Physical Description: As is typical of Tieflings (those descended from devils), Lisere is of diminutive stature, coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'2", and weighing very little. Her skin is of fairly normal coloration, although somewhat pale, and her ears are pointed - but that is where the normality ends. Her mid-back-length hair is a pale shade of violet, and her eyes are a bright shining silvery hue. Two sets of horns (one larger than the other) adorn her head, one towards the front and another protruding nearer the back, and a single smaller horn emerges from her brow, near the hairline. Her fingers and toes end in claws, rather than nails, and she has a long, vaguely serpentine tail, which thins into a nearly prehensile tip. Patches of her skin are scaled, most notably the backs of her fingers, strips on the back of her hands, forearms, and upper arms; around her shoulders; the tops of her feet, and her ankles and knees; around her navel and curving over her hips; on the back of her neck, down her spine, and in the small of her back; along her cheekbones, and in a line down the center of her face, starting around her horn, moving across her nose, and ending on her chin. Lines have been inked into her face, framing the scaly patch down the center of her visage and in a scar-like appearance over each eye, descending from her hairline.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally, Lisere wears a set of cleric's robes in a unique design. Pale purplish leather straps cross over her chest in an X-shape, curving over her shoulders and connecting to the low back of her dress-like top. This top descends to mid-thigh and is separated in the front just below her breasts, thus revealing her midriff, and lays over a pair of calf-length leggings in a darker greyish color. On her feet, she wears a pair of sturdy leather sandals (due to the claws on her toes, you see). She normally wears a pendant which bears the symbol of her goddess, Tymora, the Lady of Luck, and on the fourth finger of her left hand is her wedding ring; she also carries a staff which is slightly taller than her, made of some opalescent grey wood and crowned with a twisting pattern that surrounds a perfectly clear spherical crystal.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Aug 28, 2016 11:50:02 GMT -8
Lisere felt desire building within her body again, and now... She wasn't hesitant anymore. They loved each other. He'd brought her someplace special to him. And she wasn't afraid of hurting him. She was still nervous, but she wouldn't let that stop her. Adjusting her position where she was perched atop Aesen, she reached up and unfastened the straps that held her top to her body, letting the fabric slide down to pool around her waist and leaving her upper body bare. She murmured against Aesen's lips as she found his hands and guided them up over the revealed skin of her torso.
"Aesen.. I'm ready to.. if you are..."
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Aesen Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: 17
Physical Description: Aesen looks his age, with an angular jaw and rounded chin. His grey eyes are soft and often gleam with mischief, or when he thinks no one is looking dim with melancholy. His hair is short and brown and he stands a hair breadth under six foot even.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aesen often wears a long leather coat with a furred collar. Underneath he wears a grey shirt and dark grey slacks. His only weapon is a cutlass with a handle slight to large and heavy to be well balanced.
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Registered: Aug 7, 2016 14:08:16 GMT -8
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Post by Aesen Kestrel on Aug 28, 2016 12:11:55 GMT -8
Aesen gasped as he felt her shift. Unhappy to have the kiss broken even for that brief moment. But then he felt her hands guiding his up to her chest. Her bare chest. A shiver runs through his body as her lips whisper against his. He whispers back softly, gently, as though he's frightened of scaring her off.
"If you are I am."
And then his lips are on hers with a fire and passion that consumes him utterly. A desire so hot he's surprised it doesn't consume them both with its intensity.
<Fade to black>
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Lisere Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 154
Age: 17
Physical Description: As is typical of Tieflings (those descended from devils), Lisere is of diminutive stature, coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'2", and weighing very little. Her skin is of fairly normal coloration, although somewhat pale, and her ears are pointed - but that is where the normality ends. Her mid-back-length hair is a pale shade of violet, and her eyes are a bright shining silvery hue. Two sets of horns (one larger than the other) adorn her head, one towards the front and another protruding nearer the back, and a single smaller horn emerges from her brow, near the hairline. Her fingers and toes end in claws, rather than nails, and she has a long, vaguely serpentine tail, which thins into a nearly prehensile tip. Patches of her skin are scaled, most notably the backs of her fingers, strips on the back of her hands, forearms, and upper arms; around her shoulders; the tops of her feet, and her ankles and knees; around her navel and curving over her hips; on the back of her neck, down her spine, and in the small of her back; along her cheekbones, and in a line down the center of her face, starting around her horn, moving across her nose, and ending on her chin. Lines have been inked into her face, framing the scaly patch down the center of her visage and in a scar-like appearance over each eye, descending from her hairline.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally, Lisere wears a set of cleric's robes in a unique design. Pale purplish leather straps cross over her chest in an X-shape, curving over her shoulders and connecting to the low back of her dress-like top. This top descends to mid-thigh and is separated in the front just below her breasts, thus revealing her midriff, and lays over a pair of calf-length leggings in a darker greyish color. On her feet, she wears a pair of sturdy leather sandals (due to the claws on her toes, you see). She normally wears a pendant which bears the symbol of her goddess, Tymora, the Lady of Luck, and on the fourth finger of her left hand is her wedding ring; she also carries a staff which is slightly taller than her, made of some opalescent grey wood and crowned with a twisting pattern that surrounds a perfectly clear spherical crystal.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Aug 28, 2016 12:24:03 GMT -8
<Some time later>
Figuring out how their bodies worked together had been quite the adventure. But they'd learned, and after the first awkward interludes, it had actually become quite pleasurable. Lisere was now snuggled up beside Aesen, her hair falling in a tousled mass, their naked forms bathed in dappled sunlight. Half of the blanket had been tugged up to cover their bodies, protecting them from the slight chill of the air that now cooled the sweat on their skin. Lisere was still flushed in the aftermath of her first experience with the pleasures of physical intimacy, and she couldn't stop smiling as her tail swished and flicked lazily behind her, her fingertips absently tracing patterns on the skin over Aesen's heart, the rounded tips of her claws occasionally brushing across his flesh.
"That was pretty.. amazing."
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Aesen Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: 17
Physical Description: Aesen looks his age, with an angular jaw and rounded chin. His grey eyes are soft and often gleam with mischief, or when he thinks no one is looking dim with melancholy. His hair is short and brown and he stands a hair breadth under six foot even.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aesen often wears a long leather coat with a furred collar. Underneath he wears a grey shirt and dark grey slacks. His only weapon is a cutlass with a handle slight to large and heavy to be well balanced.
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Registered: Aug 7, 2016 14:08:16 GMT -8
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Post by Aesen Kestrel on Aug 28, 2016 12:48:48 GMT -8
"It was."
Aesen concurred. His hands were wrapped around her waist, tracing idle patterns with his finger tips along the small of her back. He couldn't remember ever feeling so good before. Not just physically but mentally as well. As though the physical expression of their love had for the moment driven away all his darkness. It was still there he knew, but the light of her presence kept it back. So long as he had her things would be good. Which is why he decided to speak again.
"We should get married."
He murmurs. Kissing the top of her head.
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Lisere Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 154
Age: 17
Physical Description: As is typical of Tieflings (those descended from devils), Lisere is of diminutive stature, coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'2", and weighing very little. Her skin is of fairly normal coloration, although somewhat pale, and her ears are pointed - but that is where the normality ends. Her mid-back-length hair is a pale shade of violet, and her eyes are a bright shining silvery hue. Two sets of horns (one larger than the other) adorn her head, one towards the front and another protruding nearer the back, and a single smaller horn emerges from her brow, near the hairline. Her fingers and toes end in claws, rather than nails, and she has a long, vaguely serpentine tail, which thins into a nearly prehensile tip. Patches of her skin are scaled, most notably the backs of her fingers, strips on the back of her hands, forearms, and upper arms; around her shoulders; the tops of her feet, and her ankles and knees; around her navel and curving over her hips; on the back of her neck, down her spine, and in the small of her back; along her cheekbones, and in a line down the center of her face, starting around her horn, moving across her nose, and ending on her chin. Lines have been inked into her face, framing the scaly patch down the center of her visage and in a scar-like appearance over each eye, descending from her hairline.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally, Lisere wears a set of cleric's robes in a unique design. Pale purplish leather straps cross over her chest in an X-shape, curving over her shoulders and connecting to the low back of her dress-like top. This top descends to mid-thigh and is separated in the front just below her breasts, thus revealing her midriff, and lays over a pair of calf-length leggings in a darker greyish color. On her feet, she wears a pair of sturdy leather sandals (due to the claws on her toes, you see). She normally wears a pendant which bears the symbol of her goddess, Tymora, the Lady of Luck, and on the fourth finger of her left hand is her wedding ring; she also carries a staff which is slightly taller than her, made of some opalescent grey wood and crowned with a twisting pattern that surrounds a perfectly clear spherical crystal.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Aug 28, 2016 13:30:59 GMT -8
Lisere blinked. Then she propped herself up, her elbow pressed into the blanket-covered ground beside his body, the other hand still resting on his chest. She looked at Aesen with an expression that was part disbelief, part hope, part bewilderment. Finally, she spoke.
"Are you.. serious? You want to.. marry me?" Her tone made it clear that she didn't know how to feel about this. Most girls would likely be thrilled by a proposal, but she was.. she didn't know what she was. Did he feel obligated, now that they'd slept together? Or was he afraid that he'd gotten her pregnant and he felt a responsibility to cover for that possibility? Or was it because he loved her? She would reserve judgement and be excited when she had an answer.
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Aesen Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: 17
Physical Description: Aesen looks his age, with an angular jaw and rounded chin. His grey eyes are soft and often gleam with mischief, or when he thinks no one is looking dim with melancholy. His hair is short and brown and he stands a hair breadth under six foot even.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aesen often wears a long leather coat with a furred collar. Underneath he wears a grey shirt and dark grey slacks. His only weapon is a cutlass with a handle slight to large and heavy to be well balanced.
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Registered: Aug 7, 2016 14:08:16 GMT -8
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Post by Aesen Kestrel on Aug 28, 2016 13:39:49 GMT -8
Aesen's eyes are closed so he doesn't she her expression. But he can feel the surprise in her voice and the shifting of her head. Leaning in he takes a kiss from her lips. His answer whispered lightl against them.
"I love you. I want everyday to be like this. To wake up every morning an know you will be there with me. I haven't been happy since my mother died. But you, you make me happy. You make me feel like maybe I can be the kind of person I wanted to be. So yes I want to marry you."
It was simple, it was short but it was the truth. The young man simply couldn't imagine life without her anymore. He wanted to marry Lisere. He wanted to be tied to her in every way possible. Maybe it was selfish of him, but he didn't care any more. He just wanted her.
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Lisere Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 154
Age: 17
Physical Description: As is typical of Tieflings (those descended from devils), Lisere is of diminutive stature, coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'2", and weighing very little. Her skin is of fairly normal coloration, although somewhat pale, and her ears are pointed - but that is where the normality ends. Her mid-back-length hair is a pale shade of violet, and her eyes are a bright shining silvery hue. Two sets of horns (one larger than the other) adorn her head, one towards the front and another protruding nearer the back, and a single smaller horn emerges from her brow, near the hairline. Her fingers and toes end in claws, rather than nails, and she has a long, vaguely serpentine tail, which thins into a nearly prehensile tip. Patches of her skin are scaled, most notably the backs of her fingers, strips on the back of her hands, forearms, and upper arms; around her shoulders; the tops of her feet, and her ankles and knees; around her navel and curving over her hips; on the back of her neck, down her spine, and in the small of her back; along her cheekbones, and in a line down the center of her face, starting around her horn, moving across her nose, and ending on her chin. Lines have been inked into her face, framing the scaly patch down the center of her visage and in a scar-like appearance over each eye, descending from her hairline.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally, Lisere wears a set of cleric's robes in a unique design. Pale purplish leather straps cross over her chest in an X-shape, curving over her shoulders and connecting to the low back of her dress-like top. This top descends to mid-thigh and is separated in the front just below her breasts, thus revealing her midriff, and lays over a pair of calf-length leggings in a darker greyish color. On her feet, she wears a pair of sturdy leather sandals (due to the claws on her toes, you see). She normally wears a pendant which bears the symbol of her goddess, Tymora, the Lady of Luck, and on the fourth finger of her left hand is her wedding ring; she also carries a staff which is slightly taller than her, made of some opalescent grey wood and crowned with a twisting pattern that surrounds a perfectly clear spherical crystal.
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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Aug 28, 2016 13:58:16 GMT -8
His response made her heart melt. So he wanted to marry her for what Lisere considered the right reasons. Kissing Aesen gently, she shifted a bit and dropped back down, adjusting the position of her arm on his chest so that she could rest her chin on top of it. Gazing at him with silver eyes full of love, she spoke quietly.
"You don't have to marry me for me to stay with you, Aesen. But if that's what you want.. I'd be happy to marry you. I love you." She reflected that she'd need to find something to do to make money, and that she'd have to find some of those herbs that women took to keep from getting with child. But other than that... It finally sank in, and she couldn't stop herself from grinning. Aesen wanted to marry her. And she'd said yes.
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Aesen Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: 17
Physical Description: Aesen looks his age, with an angular jaw and rounded chin. His grey eyes are soft and often gleam with mischief, or when he thinks no one is looking dim with melancholy. His hair is short and brown and he stands a hair breadth under six foot even.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aesen often wears a long leather coat with a furred collar. Underneath he wears a grey shirt and dark grey slacks. His only weapon is a cutlass with a handle slight to large and heavy to be well balanced.
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Registered: Aug 7, 2016 14:08:16 GMT -8
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Post by Aesen Kestrel on Aug 28, 2016 14:04:55 GMT -8
It occurs to Aesen as he waits for her response that he might need to find honest work. He had enough gold to last him ten years or so. But if he was married he couldn't keep fleecing people. Could he? Then Lisere speaks again and all other thoughts drift away. She had said yes! Aesen's eye open and he laughs with pure unrelenting joy. Then his lips find hers and he kisses her fiercely his hands roaming her body. He soon became rather insistent that they celebrate their betrothal.
<Fade to black>
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Lisere Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 154
Age: 17
Physical Description: As is typical of Tieflings (those descended from devils), Lisere is of diminutive stature, coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'2", and weighing very little. Her skin is of fairly normal coloration, although somewhat pale, and her ears are pointed - but that is where the normality ends. Her mid-back-length hair is a pale shade of violet, and her eyes are a bright shining silvery hue. Two sets of horns (one larger than the other) adorn her head, one towards the front and another protruding nearer the back, and a single smaller horn emerges from her brow, near the hairline. Her fingers and toes end in claws, rather than nails, and she has a long, vaguely serpentine tail, which thins into a nearly prehensile tip. Patches of her skin are scaled, most notably the backs of her fingers, strips on the back of her hands, forearms, and upper arms; around her shoulders; the tops of her feet, and her ankles and knees; around her navel and curving over her hips; on the back of her neck, down her spine, and in the small of her back; along her cheekbones, and in a line down the center of her face, starting around her horn, moving across her nose, and ending on her chin. Lines have been inked into her face, framing the scaly patch down the center of her visage and in a scar-like appearance over each eye, descending from her hairline.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally, Lisere wears a set of cleric's robes in a unique design. Pale purplish leather straps cross over her chest in an X-shape, curving over her shoulders and connecting to the low back of her dress-like top. This top descends to mid-thigh and is separated in the front just below her breasts, thus revealing her midriff, and lays over a pair of calf-length leggings in a darker greyish color. On her feet, she wears a pair of sturdy leather sandals (due to the claws on her toes, you see). She normally wears a pendant which bears the symbol of her goddess, Tymora, the Lady of Luck, and on the fourth finger of her left hand is her wedding ring; she also carries a staff which is slightly taller than her, made of some opalescent grey wood and crowned with a twisting pattern that surrounds a perfectly clear spherical crystal.
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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Aug 28, 2016 14:28:31 GMT -8
<Later>
Lisere had finally managed to disentangle herself Aesen, mostly to satisfy her hunger. She sat now with her clothing half-on - she'd tugged on her undergarments and her top and that was it - and satisfied herself with nibbling on some of the fruit she'd cut up and brought along, crunching on apple pieces.
"So, how do weddings work on this plane? Or does it differ between lands like it does on other planes? Do we have to go someplace special or is there some kind of magical rite?" She ate another piece and then offered the jar of fruit slices to Aesen with an inquisitive expression.
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Aesen Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: 17
Physical Description: Aesen looks his age, with an angular jaw and rounded chin. His grey eyes are soft and often gleam with mischief, or when he thinks no one is looking dim with melancholy. His hair is short and brown and he stands a hair breadth under six foot even.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aesen often wears a long leather coat with a furred collar. Underneath he wears a grey shirt and dark grey slacks. His only weapon is a cutlass with a handle slight to large and heavy to be well balanced.
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Registered: Aug 7, 2016 14:08:16 GMT -8
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Post by Aesen Kestrel on Aug 28, 2016 14:36:51 GMT -8
Aesen joined her in respite. He was surprised at how much of an appetite he'd built pursuing their chosen activity. Surprised, but satisfied. He eats one of the sandwiches she made and he answers between mouthfuls.
"It varies from place to place. In Gauldin you have the married by a magistrate. Someone invested with the kings authority. Only the crown can sanctify a marriage or break it. No magic, just some words and the signing of some documents. Usually there is a ceremony with friends and family."
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Lisere Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 154
Age: 17
Physical Description: As is typical of Tieflings (those descended from devils), Lisere is of diminutive stature, coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'2", and weighing very little. Her skin is of fairly normal coloration, although somewhat pale, and her ears are pointed - but that is where the normality ends. Her mid-back-length hair is a pale shade of violet, and her eyes are a bright shining silvery hue. Two sets of horns (one larger than the other) adorn her head, one towards the front and another protruding nearer the back, and a single smaller horn emerges from her brow, near the hairline. Her fingers and toes end in claws, rather than nails, and she has a long, vaguely serpentine tail, which thins into a nearly prehensile tip. Patches of her skin are scaled, most notably the backs of her fingers, strips on the back of her hands, forearms, and upper arms; around her shoulders; the tops of her feet, and her ankles and knees; around her navel and curving over her hips; on the back of her neck, down her spine, and in the small of her back; along her cheekbones, and in a line down the center of her face, starting around her horn, moving across her nose, and ending on her chin. Lines have been inked into her face, framing the scaly patch down the center of her visage and in a scar-like appearance over each eye, descending from her hairline.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally, Lisere wears a set of cleric's robes in a unique design. Pale purplish leather straps cross over her chest in an X-shape, curving over her shoulders and connecting to the low back of her dress-like top. This top descends to mid-thigh and is separated in the front just below her breasts, thus revealing her midriff, and lays over a pair of calf-length leggings in a darker greyish color. On her feet, she wears a pair of sturdy leather sandals (due to the claws on her toes, you see). She normally wears a pendant which bears the symbol of her goddess, Tymora, the Lady of Luck, and on the fourth finger of her left hand is her wedding ring; she also carries a staff which is slightly taller than her, made of some opalescent grey wood and crowned with a twisting pattern that surrounds a perfectly clear spherical crystal.
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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Aug 28, 2016 14:55:53 GMT -8
Lisere paused mid-chew to look at Aesen thoughtfully when he replied. Then she scooted closer to him, laying her head on his shoulder and speaking quietly.
"Does it bother you that you don't have any family to see you get married?"
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Aesen Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: 17
Physical Description: Aesen looks his age, with an angular jaw and rounded chin. His grey eyes are soft and often gleam with mischief, or when he thinks no one is looking dim with melancholy. His hair is short and brown and he stands a hair breadth under six foot even.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aesen often wears a long leather coat with a furred collar. Underneath he wears a grey shirt and dark grey slacks. His only weapon is a cutlass with a handle slight to large and heavy to be well balanced.
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Registered: Aug 7, 2016 14:08:16 GMT -8
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Post by Aesen Kestrel on Aug 28, 2016 15:13:09 GMT -8
"Does it bother you?"
Aesen murmurs in reply. Then he leans over to press a gentle kiss to her brow.
"I don't mind as long as I have you."
He whispers with his lips pressed to her skin.
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Lisere Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 154
Age: 17
Physical Description: As is typical of Tieflings (those descended from devils), Lisere is of diminutive stature, coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'2", and weighing very little. Her skin is of fairly normal coloration, although somewhat pale, and her ears are pointed - but that is where the normality ends. Her mid-back-length hair is a pale shade of violet, and her eyes are a bright shining silvery hue. Two sets of horns (one larger than the other) adorn her head, one towards the front and another protruding nearer the back, and a single smaller horn emerges from her brow, near the hairline. Her fingers and toes end in claws, rather than nails, and she has a long, vaguely serpentine tail, which thins into a nearly prehensile tip. Patches of her skin are scaled, most notably the backs of her fingers, strips on the back of her hands, forearms, and upper arms; around her shoulders; the tops of her feet, and her ankles and knees; around her navel and curving over her hips; on the back of her neck, down her spine, and in the small of her back; along her cheekbones, and in a line down the center of her face, starting around her horn, moving across her nose, and ending on her chin. Lines have been inked into her face, framing the scaly patch down the center of her visage and in a scar-like appearance over each eye, descending from her hairline.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally, Lisere wears a set of cleric's robes in a unique design. Pale purplish leather straps cross over her chest in an X-shape, curving over her shoulders and connecting to the low back of her dress-like top. This top descends to mid-thigh and is separated in the front just below her breasts, thus revealing her midriff, and lays over a pair of calf-length leggings in a darker greyish color. On her feet, she wears a pair of sturdy leather sandals (due to the claws on her toes, you see). She normally wears a pendant which bears the symbol of her goddess, Tymora, the Lady of Luck, and on the fourth finger of her left hand is her wedding ring; she also carries a staff which is slightly taller than her, made of some opalescent grey wood and crowned with a twisting pattern that surrounds a perfectly clear spherical crystal.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Aug 16, 2016 15:47:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Aug 28, 2016 15:47:13 GMT -8
"No. I've never had anyone I really cared about before. Even the clerics who raised me weren't really family." She didn't speak about her parents. It had once been her life's mission to find them. But as she grew older, and realized they could be anywhere - or dead - she just.. gave up. Smiling as he kissed her brow and spoke those words, she tilted her head up and caught his lips in a brief, sweet kiss.
"I feel the same. I guess it's just a matter of getting the legality bits settled, then." Leaning away, she returned to eating, grabbing one of the sandwiches and eating eagerly. She was still quite famished, after being ravished repeatedly.
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Aesen Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: 17
Physical Description: Aesen looks his age, with an angular jaw and rounded chin. His grey eyes are soft and often gleam with mischief, or when he thinks no one is looking dim with melancholy. His hair is short and brown and he stands a hair breadth under six foot even.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aesen often wears a long leather coat with a furred collar. Underneath he wears a grey shirt and dark grey slacks. His only weapon is a cutlass with a handle slight to large and heavy to be well balanced.
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Registered: Aug 7, 2016 14:08:16 GMT -8
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Post by Aesen Kestrel on Aug 28, 2016 15:55:20 GMT -8
Aesen nods in agreement as she moves away. Rolling over to the basket himself to snag another sandwich. They had made quite the mess. Clothing tossed about the immediate area. The blanket still half tangled about them. Even with Lisere partially dressed it was amazing how much of a mess there was. A silly thought occurs to him then as he chews on bread and meat.
"You know I never thought I do this for the first time in the middle of the woods."
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Lisere Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 154
Age: 17
Physical Description: As is typical of Tieflings (those descended from devils), Lisere is of diminutive stature, coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'2", and weighing very little. Her skin is of fairly normal coloration, although somewhat pale, and her ears are pointed - but that is where the normality ends. Her mid-back-length hair is a pale shade of violet, and her eyes are a bright shining silvery hue. Two sets of horns (one larger than the other) adorn her head, one towards the front and another protruding nearer the back, and a single smaller horn emerges from her brow, near the hairline. Her fingers and toes end in claws, rather than nails, and she has a long, vaguely serpentine tail, which thins into a nearly prehensile tip. Patches of her skin are scaled, most notably the backs of her fingers, strips on the back of her hands, forearms, and upper arms; around her shoulders; the tops of her feet, and her ankles and knees; around her navel and curving over her hips; on the back of her neck, down her spine, and in the small of her back; along her cheekbones, and in a line down the center of her face, starting around her horn, moving across her nose, and ending on her chin. Lines have been inked into her face, framing the scaly patch down the center of her visage and in a scar-like appearance over each eye, descending from her hairline.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally, Lisere wears a set of cleric's robes in a unique design. Pale purplish leather straps cross over her chest in an X-shape, curving over her shoulders and connecting to the low back of her dress-like top. This top descends to mid-thigh and is separated in the front just below her breasts, thus revealing her midriff, and lays over a pair of calf-length leggings in a darker greyish color. On her feet, she wears a pair of sturdy leather sandals (due to the claws on her toes, you see). She normally wears a pendant which bears the symbol of her goddess, Tymora, the Lady of Luck, and on the fourth finger of her left hand is her wedding ring; she also carries a staff which is slightly taller than her, made of some opalescent grey wood and crowned with a twisting pattern that surrounds a perfectly clear spherical crystal.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Aug 16, 2016 15:47:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Aug 28, 2016 16:18:33 GMT -8
Lisere giggled mid-bite and looked over at Aesen, her eyes shining with mirth and happiness, even as her cheeks colored with embarrassment. Chewing and swallowing, she shrugged slightly, and then spoke in a shy tone.
"I rather liked it.. it's private and peaceful out here. Just us. Just our moment. Like it should be. Does that make sense?"
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Aesen Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 157
Age: 17
Physical Description: Aesen looks his age, with an angular jaw and rounded chin. His grey eyes are soft and often gleam with mischief, or when he thinks no one is looking dim with melancholy. His hair is short and brown and he stands a hair breadth under six foot even.
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Clothes and Equipment: Aesen often wears a long leather coat with a furred collar. Underneath he wears a grey shirt and dark grey slacks. His only weapon is a cutlass with a handle slight to large and heavy to be well balanced.
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Registered: Aug 7, 2016 14:08:16 GMT -8
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Post by Aesen Kestrel on Aug 28, 2016 16:32:02 GMT -8
"It does to me and as we have established that is all that matters."
Aesen says with a happy grin as he finishes his sandwich. Then he moves to pull her into his lap. Kissing her softly and sweetly. After a few moments he breaks the kiss and says lightly.
"I want to suggest another round, but it's getting late. Help me find my pants. We can pick this up again when we get home."
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Lisere Kestrel
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 154
Age: 17
Physical Description: As is typical of Tieflings (those descended from devils), Lisere is of diminutive stature, coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'2", and weighing very little. Her skin is of fairly normal coloration, although somewhat pale, and her ears are pointed - but that is where the normality ends. Her mid-back-length hair is a pale shade of violet, and her eyes are a bright shining silvery hue. Two sets of horns (one larger than the other) adorn her head, one towards the front and another protruding nearer the back, and a single smaller horn emerges from her brow, near the hairline. Her fingers and toes end in claws, rather than nails, and she has a long, vaguely serpentine tail, which thins into a nearly prehensile tip. Patches of her skin are scaled, most notably the backs of her fingers, strips on the back of her hands, forearms, and upper arms; around her shoulders; the tops of her feet, and her ankles and knees; around her navel and curving over her hips; on the back of her neck, down her spine, and in the small of her back; along her cheekbones, and in a line down the center of her face, starting around her horn, moving across her nose, and ending on her chin. Lines have been inked into her face, framing the scaly patch down the center of her visage and in a scar-like appearance over each eye, descending from her hairline.
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Clothes and Equipment: Normally, Lisere wears a set of cleric's robes in a unique design. Pale purplish leather straps cross over her chest in an X-shape, curving over her shoulders and connecting to the low back of her dress-like top. This top descends to mid-thigh and is separated in the front just below her breasts, thus revealing her midriff, and lays over a pair of calf-length leggings in a darker greyish color. On her feet, she wears a pair of sturdy leather sandals (due to the claws on her toes, you see). She normally wears a pendant which bears the symbol of her goddess, Tymora, the Lady of Luck, and on the fourth finger of her left hand is her wedding ring; she also carries a staff which is slightly taller than her, made of some opalescent grey wood and crowned with a twisting pattern that surrounds a perfectly clear spherical crystal.
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Player's online availability : Variable; usually afternoons and evenings. (PST)
Registered: Aug 16, 2016 15:47:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lisere Kestrel on Aug 28, 2016 16:35:55 GMT -8
Lisere finished her sandwich a few moments after he did, and was busy licking some of the condiments from her fingertips when he abruptly hauled her into his lap. She squealed, and giggled a bit, then kissed Aesen back lovingly. Looking at him with a joyous expression when he pulled away, she blushed, and laughed a bit at his words. Looking around for his pants, she saw them half-tangled in a nearby bush, and stood to go grab them.
"Here you go." That was all the warning he got before she tossed them at him, and finally secured her own top, before pulling on her breeches. Once that was done, she worked on getting everything put back into the basket. She was going to procrastinate on putting her shoes back on, because she hated shoes, despite knowing they were a necessity. Once everything was packed and Aesen was ready, she'd grab the basket and stand, looking around with a small sigh.
"I hope we can come back here somewhat frequently. This is my favorite place on this plane, now."
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