Vera of the Celadine
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 183 
Age: 20
Physical Description: 5'10 with long dirty blonde hair, that is usually messy. She has a full, curvaceous figure, that is toned and bronzed from time working in the sun. She has a comely face with full lips, high cheek bones, and a delicate jaw. She has a series of tattoos running up the left side of her body, she always goes bare foot.
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Clothes and Equipment: Light weight leather armor, pair of short swords, staff, satchel with various spell components, hunting knife.
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Registered: Feb 9, 2016 13:48:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vera of the Celadine on Feb 11, 2016 19:19:13 GMT -8
Vera is looking at Roy with an appraising eye. She says slowly with great consideration.
"He isn't devoid of charm. He's cute, polite, and well mannered. But you are right Maelik he lacks confidence! For example I just decided, he's my boyfriend. You going to argue with that Roy?"
Vera manages to keep a straight face for a full minute, before she cracks. She starts laughing, and gives Roy a mischievous smile.
"I am just messing with ya! It's a little too soon for that. Not off the table mind you. I'm going to see if I can get some back bone into you. After that we will talk. A girl likes to see some confidence in her man."
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390 
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Feb 11, 2016 19:26:53 GMT -8
Maelik nodded mid push up and bounced his legs up off the ground, transitioning into handstand push ups.
"Vera speaks the truth young virginal one. Why, I wouldn't have gotten half the women I did if I wasn't sure of myself, mind you all but one died before we could consummate the relationship but still. You need to either have charm for days or balls for miles."
"I suggest getting into a few scraps, maybe wrestle some folks. Hell, I'll do it if it'll help you develop some cha-chas, I'll even take a dive!"
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Feb 11, 2016 19:39:38 GMT -8
Roy nearly has a heart attack when Vera "decides" that he's suddenly her boyfriend, and lets out a sigh of relief when she admits that she was kidding.
"I...uh...what...you..."
He stumbles for words, unable to comprehend what Maelik is saying. It seems that Vera has broken his brain. Poor Roy.
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Vera of the Celadine
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 183
Age: 20
Physical Description: 5'10 with long dirty blonde hair, that is usually messy. She has a full, curvaceous figure, that is toned and bronzed from time working in the sun. She has a comely face with full lips, high cheek bones, and a delicate jaw. She has a series of tattoos running up the left side of her body, she always goes bare foot.
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Clothes and Equipment: Light weight leather armor, pair of short swords, staff, satchel with various spell components, hunting knife.
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Registered: Feb 9, 2016 13:48:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vera of the Celadine on Feb 11, 2016 20:26:49 GMT -8
Vera laughs walks over, and wrapping an arm around Roy's shoulders.
"Come on, pick your jaw off the floor. First rule of being my prospective boy friend. You should only ever be left speechless by my stunning good looks. Though... since you are speechless over how lucky you feel, just being given the chance to date me, I will let it slide this time."
She releases Roy and starts packing up her things.
"We should get back to the school. I am getting sleepy, and I don't feel like sleeping in the woods tonight. Mostly because I do that naked, and I think that would break poor Roy."
She laughs at her joke, before adding face suddenly serious.
"Seriously though, I have to do that sometimes. It's a druid thing, and it suuuuuucks."
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Feb 11, 2016 20:34:07 GMT -8
The demon gave one last push and shot himself up into the air to land on his feet like an acrobat, a flick of the wrist is all it took to disassemble the grill with magic.
"Sounds fine to me, the sleeping that is... not the nudity, I'd get into trouble if I peeked. Anywho grab Royal and hop on my back, I'll give you a ride to your dorm, let you take a load off and stuff."
He lowered himself down on all fours and slithered over to them, motioning with his head the preferred place for Vera to dump Roy.
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Feb 11, 2016 21:01:22 GMT -8
Roy's eyes go as wide as dinner plates when Vera mentions sleeping naked in the woods.
"Druid thing? That must be annoying...grass and bugs and things..."
When Maelik offers to give them a lift, he shakes his head.
"No thanks, Maelik. What if you hurt your back? Anyway, you're kind of...pointy."
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Vera of the Celadine
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 183
Age: 20
Physical Description: 5'10 with long dirty blonde hair, that is usually messy. She has a full, curvaceous figure, that is toned and bronzed from time working in the sun. She has a comely face with full lips, high cheek bones, and a delicate jaw. She has a series of tattoos running up the left side of her body, she always goes bare foot.
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Clothes and Equipment: Light weight leather armor, pair of short swords, staff, satchel with various spell components, hunting knife.
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Registered: Feb 9, 2016 13:48:36 GMT -8
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Post by Vera of the Celadine on Feb 11, 2016 21:07:14 GMT -8
Vera doesn't even hesitate. Hoisting up Royal, and hoping onto Maelik's back. She expect him to resist so as she does so, she says slyly.
"I'm not giving up the chance to ride on a demon! So you could resist but, since he can fly you'd be walking home by yourself. Live a little Roy, it'll be fun!"
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Royal Fletcher
Widely Known
Roleplay posts: 1,339
Age: 19
Physical Description: Royal is a pale boy with dark bags under his bluish eyes, an unfortunate result of too many days spent staring at books indoors by candlelight. He's thin, of slightly below average height, and has white hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Roy carries around an enchanted parasol at all times, which floats above him and shields him from the sunlight. He also has a sword, a gift from his cousin Roxanne. His pockets are always filled with an unreasonable amount of chocolate, and he usually has some sort of cake or other baked goods on his person.
Allegiances: The Fletcher Family
Player's online availability : Unreasonably often
Registered: Jun 3, 2015 19:45:42 GMT -8
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Post by Royal Fletcher on Feb 11, 2016 22:24:39 GMT -8
"Huh? Fly?"
Roy allows himself to be lifted and tossed onto the demon's back. Luckily for him, he avoids getting poked by any pointy bits.
"Well...thanks, Maelik."
He frantically prays that he doesn't fall off and get staked on a tree.
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Maelik The Fellblade
Dedicated
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l6vqPUM_FE
Roleplay posts: 390
Age: Several eons.
Physical Description: Standing at 14' tall with an equal length for his tail and a 28 foot wingspan. Charcoal black scales with glowing crimson eyes and a maw full of needle sharp fangs. Muscular build though clearly draconian in nature.
Clothes and Equipment: Wears a suit of spiked black armor with red trim, a silver helmet that covers the topside of his face and a little skull shaped necklace made of wood though it never seems to burn. His weapons of choice are dual greatswords made from a strange blackened hellish material that crackles with dark lightning and gives off a dangerous feeling.
Player's online availability : I check in almost daily although it may take about an hour or two to post back unless I'm busy. (This is my homepage so checking is easy :P)
Registered: Feb 20, 2015 23:09:59 GMT -8
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Post by Maelik The Fellblade on Feb 12, 2016 12:47:18 GMT -8
With passengers aboard and a book in need of studying Maelik lifted off, his ascent smooth and streamlined. Each flap brought them higher and higher into the sky until the trees down below seemed more like spiky bushes and the animal life were but mere ants.
The demon hummed a little lullaby tune he learned from Lum and leisurely sailed through the sky at a lazy speed, opting for a slow and scenic flight rather than a break neck race to the school. He wanted his fellow students to not be grabbing hold of him for dear life (mostly because it made things uncomfortable for him) but he did go through some turbulence just to mess with Royal.
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Ashani
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 130
Age: 16
Registered: Nov 8, 2015 12:38:13 GMT -8
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Post by Ashani on Feb 23, 2016 23:12:02 GMT -8
It was here where she sought solitude... driven to the unknown by a need for reflection and a relentless desire to travel once again. Soft footsteps sounded through the serene forest, raven locks flowing from the shadowy hood of her black travel cloak. The issues of her past continued to beg her attention, and their demands grew stronger with each passing day. Fearing she was wanted in Isra by now, she dared not return, and was now beginning to passively search for a new place in the woods for her claim as a good spot for a new home.
Just what could be done to save them? Would doing so be safe, or endanger her further? She had already fought off the tears from the beginning of the journey, and was no longer sure what exactly it was she was supposed to feel. Yet one thing was for certain... she didn't want to be at the academy.
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Countess Camilla Blake
Dedicated
Princess of Medan
Roleplay posts: 496
Age: 29
Physical Description: Race: Human
Hair: Red-gold
Eyes: Gold
Build: Athletic-slender
Clothes and Equipment: Hand crafted leather armor
Fur lined, brown cloak
Fur lined boots
Soft, white tunic and leggings
Compound Bow
Deer Antler Bow
Hand crafted arrows in a quiver
Two daggers
Formal described by post
Player's online availability : Unsure for now
Registered: Jan 13, 2015 13:21:30 GMT -8
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Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Mar 20, 2016 17:37:25 GMT -8
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She could hardly keep herself contained as they rolled down the road that lead into the forest... If she could just... yes! Squish... closer... to.... the window... Aha! Aww, nope... she couldn't see much more. It was something she was looking forward to as soon as it was mentioned that it could happen. Add to that, she rarely ever rode in a carriage before, so it kinda made her antsy to be cooped up inside.
Now because it was sort of an outing and not what she was used to, she wore proper clothes. She didn't have her armor... But she did go with a peasanty style of dress... just... with fine wool and not the itchy stuff.
Ahhh, they were so close!
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Count Devrin Blake
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 269
Age: 28
Physical Description: Standing a little over 6 feet tall, Blake is tall for an air marine. He has rugged features, a light stubble, and straight brown hair. His single remaining eye is brown in color. He is in excellent shape being a military man.
Clothes and Equipment: Standard air marine captain's uniform, and a cutlass.
Registered: Mar 9, 2016 15:41:30 GMT -8
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Post by Count Devrin Blake on Mar 20, 2016 18:15:13 GMT -8
Indeed they were close. Barely ten minutes later brought them to the edge of the forest. The massive grove of trees spreading as far as the eye can see. They are large and old. With dark green leaves that seem to blanket the forest in eternal twilight. These are the woods of fairy tales. Where old witches, sprightly fairies, beautiful unicorns, and ugly trolls should live. It is a place almost untouched by the hand of man. Even in this area so close to the fields. A place often used for casual walks. This is true wilderness in the heart of civilization. Magic at the core of the country. Truly the woods are symbolic of Gauldin in as a whole. Beautiful, magical, dangerous.
Blake clambers out the carriage first. As always he offers Camilla a hand disembarking. He knows the lady does not need it. He simply wishes to be polite. Once everyone is out, he claps his hands. He flashes everyone his infectious roguish grin.
"All right! Let's get walking!"
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Countess Camilla Blake
Dedicated
Princess of Medan
Roleplay posts: 496
Age: 29
Physical Description: Race: Human
Hair: Red-gold
Eyes: Gold
Build: Athletic-slender
Clothes and Equipment: Hand crafted leather armor
Fur lined, brown cloak
Fur lined boots
Soft, white tunic and leggings
Compound Bow
Deer Antler Bow
Hand crafted arrows in a quiver
Two daggers
Formal described by post
Player's online availability : Unsure for now
Registered: Jan 13, 2015 13:21:30 GMT -8
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Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Mar 20, 2016 18:44:30 GMT -8
Walking? She darted forward after letting Blake help her out. She didn't go far, mind you, but she was all over that path like brown on rice. She stopped as soon as she was in arm's length of the nearest tree, slowed her roll and then stepped forward. Her eyes closed and she pressed her ear to the trunk... Her fingers touched the bark in an almost-lover like touch, and she sighed.
It was like... a revival of the soul for her, just to be in the woods again. Camilla cared not that she might look like a fool in the process of her "healing" a little bit, but whatever... She was in the forest. Imagine, if you will, a fairy-dust-like glow surrounding her... But none could see it... unless they could see stuff like that... And it would be breathed in and out like it was from an oxygen tank or something. That was what it was for her. It wouldn't be as strong as -her- forest though. She forgot everyone else was there...
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Count Devrin Blake
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 269
Age: 28
Physical Description: Standing a little over 6 feet tall, Blake is tall for an air marine. He has rugged features, a light stubble, and straight brown hair. His single remaining eye is brown in color. He is in excellent shape being a military man.
Clothes and Equipment: Standard air marine captain's uniform, and a cutlass.
Registered: Mar 9, 2016 15:41:30 GMT -8
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Post by Count Devrin Blake on Mar 21, 2016 6:22:19 GMT -8
Blake watches Camilla curiously. He had known she was fond of nature. That had been easy to tell, with the amount of time she spent in the garden. Seeing her out in the forest though... She almost seemed to glow with happiness. The captain grinned, happy this little trip was helping her. He walks up to her silently. He will give her as much time for silent contemplation as she needs. He tips his eye skyward looking for... There is it was. The airship that was monitoring them. The least intrusive method of keeping her safe he could think of.
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Countess Camilla Blake
Dedicated
Princess of Medan
Roleplay posts: 496
Age: 29
Physical Description: Race: Human
Hair: Red-gold
Eyes: Gold
Build: Athletic-slender
Clothes and Equipment: Hand crafted leather armor
Fur lined, brown cloak
Fur lined boots
Soft, white tunic and leggings
Compound Bow
Deer Antler Bow
Hand crafted arrows in a quiver
Two daggers
Formal described by post
Player's online availability : Unsure for now
Registered: Jan 13, 2015 13:21:30 GMT -8
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Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Mar 21, 2016 11:29:08 GMT -8
She was silent for a moment longer and then took in the clean air. "Thank you for this," she said after her silence. She did not blush or look ashamed at hugging a damn tree in front of everyone... She belonged in places like this, not cooped up in castles or houses. Camilla turned and smiled a real and genuine, not forced smile, and it lit up her eyes so it was like looking at gemstones.
"It is lovely that you brought me here, Devrin." She refused to be formal, obviously. Her hands smoothed at her skirt and she continued, "I had almost forgotten how the wind tastes in a forest... It's very wonderful and I feel almost as if I were back home in my woods."
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Count Devrin Blake
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 269
Age: 28
Physical Description: Standing a little over 6 feet tall, Blake is tall for an air marine. He has rugged features, a light stubble, and straight brown hair. His single remaining eye is brown in color. He is in excellent shape being a military man.
Clothes and Equipment: Standard air marine captain's uniform, and a cutlass.
Registered: Mar 9, 2016 15:41:30 GMT -8
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Post by Count Devrin Blake on Mar 21, 2016 12:03:42 GMT -8
Blake surprisingly finds nothing odd about Camilla's behavior. Or rather he understands her behavior. He knew what it was like, not wanting to be cooped up. To be more comfortable in a location others found odd. For him it was in the open sky, on the deck of his airship. There was nowhere he felt more alive, more complete.
"No problem Camilla."
There is no awkwardness when he says her name. Whatever dregs of hesitancy he had about the informality have been set aside. He flashes a grin and sets himself on the trail.
"Shall we?"
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Countess Camilla Blake
Dedicated
Princess of Medan
Roleplay posts: 496
Age: 29
Physical Description: Race: Human
Hair: Red-gold
Eyes: Gold
Build: Athletic-slender
Clothes and Equipment: Hand crafted leather armor
Fur lined, brown cloak
Fur lined boots
Soft, white tunic and leggings
Compound Bow
Deer Antler Bow
Hand crafted arrows in a quiver
Two daggers
Formal described by post
Player's online availability : Unsure for now
Registered: Jan 13, 2015 13:21:30 GMT -8
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Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Mar 21, 2016 13:24:07 GMT -8
"Indeed." She said back, and would gesture toward the woods, "You first... I do not know these woods and would get us lost." A chuckle is given and she waited for him and the rest of the party to start moving. She was eager, and she did not notice the airship, probably wouldn't even care if she saw it because she understood the need for security. It would be different if things weren't on the scary side back at home, that she could possibly run into some unsavory characters was a distinct possibility.
Her cheer dimmed a little as she felt pangs of homesickness and the thought of the duty she had to save the people who were stuck there under the reign of a tyrant... Well... crap.
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Count Devrin Blake
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 269
Age: 28
Physical Description: Standing a little over 6 feet tall, Blake is tall for an air marine. He has rugged features, a light stubble, and straight brown hair. His single remaining eye is brown in color. He is in excellent shape being a military man.
Clothes and Equipment: Standard air marine captain's uniform, and a cutlass.
Registered: Mar 9, 2016 15:41:30 GMT -8
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Post by Count Devrin Blake on Mar 21, 2016 16:48:15 GMT -8
Blake lead the way. The path was easy to follow, even if slightly over grown. Narrow enough to be little more than a game trail, if the grass hadn't been worn away. The Forêt grew quickly, and even a popular trail like this was hard pressed to remain clear. The woods are dark and cool, the scent of earth and life thick in the air. An hour passes and a floral scent washes their way. Eventually they break into a clearing, filled with wild flowers. Blake calls a halt, and he and the other two men set up blankets. It appears this is where they will have their picnic. Meats, cheeses, breads, crackers, fresh grapes, strawberries, and wine are all produced.  |
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Countess Camilla Blake
Dedicated
Princess of Medan
Roleplay posts: 496
Age: 29
Physical Description: Race: Human
Hair: Red-gold
Eyes: Gold
Build: Athletic-slender
Clothes and Equipment: Hand crafted leather armor
Fur lined, brown cloak
Fur lined boots
Soft, white tunic and leggings
Compound Bow
Deer Antler Bow
Hand crafted arrows in a quiver
Two daggers
Formal described by post
Player's online availability : Unsure for now
Registered: Jan 13, 2015 13:21:30 GMT -8
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Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Mar 21, 2016 18:04:03 GMT -8
She was quiet for the most part, drifting somewhere between joy at being in a place like home, guilt for enjoying herself, and bittersweet memory. It was in a field much like this one where she realized her love for Evrand and decided Hylon had made the right choice, where she saw passed the arrogance. They'd slept close to one another with red tulips and salty sea air intermingling. Obviously they had not been completely alone, it was... well... a sobering thought.
Her gaze would land on Blake quite frequently... She seemed to be studious of him, head canting to the side. Eventually, she would open up and say, "Thank you for this... It is lovely." - Not quite what she wanted to say, but she couldn't say that. He had been kind enough to arrange this outing for her, she would be grateful. Camilla ate the rest of her food in silence after that, seeming to take on a somber expression.
The day was much about reflection for her, even though it was meant for relaxation. It cleared her head as far as what she could do for her people... She couldn't just let them suffer... She would have to find a way from a distance, for she was yet weak. She wouldn't abandon them though. As far as Evrand, she wanted so much to believe he was alive, but it felt like she would betray him if she did that. Yet at the same time, she had never felt so alone... Only.... she wasn't.
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Count Devrin Blake
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 269
Age: 28
Physical Description: Standing a little over 6 feet tall, Blake is tall for an air marine. He has rugged features, a light stubble, and straight brown hair. His single remaining eye is brown in color. He is in excellent shape being a military man.
Clothes and Equipment: Standard air marine captain's uniform, and a cutlass.
Registered: Mar 9, 2016 15:41:30 GMT -8
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Post by Count Devrin Blake on Mar 21, 2016 18:47:37 GMT -8
"You are welcome."
Blake lounges idly. Leaning on his left side head propped up on his palm. He has a glass of wine and one hand, which he is enjoying tremendously. There were perks to taking care of a princess. His wine cellar held a higher class than he could normally afford. A gift from the king. He is not smiling, though the rest of his family is joking and laughing around him. He is taking surreptitious glances at Camilla. He can tell that her initial excitement has worn off. Dark thoughts have clouded her face, and her mind has clearly drifted on them. He wants to say something, but it is not the time or the place. He is also unsure if it is his place to do so. He is her friends yes, but deep down he worries about over stepping bounds. So he remains quiet, and he worries. Giving a thin smile whenever he is addressed.
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