Gwenneth Barclay
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83 
Age: 19
Physical Description: Standing at a height of five feet and three inches tall, Gwenneth Barclay is an absolutely stunning woman, which goes without saying for most who meet her. She has long sable hair that cascades down her back, well taken care of and silky almost all the time. Her skin is pale, yet ethereally beautiful rather than lifeless, soft and smooth as velvet. Curiously, this applies even to her hands, despite her farmer upbringing, a passing oddity among many for her. She has a kindly, elegantly-structured face, with lovely, full lips constantly graced by a friendly smile, enhanced by strangely heterochromic, yet strikingly beautiful and lively icy blue and hazel eyes. Her figure is slim, yet elegant and curvaceous enough to draw the male -- or occasionally female -- eye. The only blemish upon her entire apparently perfect body is an earthy red tribal tattoo upon her left shoulder, the twisting lines possessing a meaning none but her know.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================================
Gwenneth wears robes of an apparently natural make, sewn from a fibrous, breathable plant-based cloth, an ethereal material gifted to her by a fae prince she once crossed paths with. They're crafted in such a way as to seem at once elegant and almost tribal, with feathers and tufts of fur tastefully displayed about the robes. The sleeves are almost entirely detached from the rest of the garment, held on by a few elastic strings of colourful etched beads, showcasing the elegant slope of her shoulders. She wears an ornate silver circlet and hooped silver earrings along with the rest of her ensemble. They glow oddly in the moonlight, waxing and waning along with its phases. A small blue thrush named "Pippin" constantly perches upon her shoulder, tweeting constantly, particularly vocal when she prepares a spell. She speaks back to the bird often, giving her a reputation of being slightly touched in the head.
Registered: Sept 23, 2015 21:22:52 GMT -8
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Post by Gwenneth Barclay on Mar 1, 2016 16:35:55 GMT -8
Gwen is a little reluctant to let go of Renaux, but she allows herself to be put down, crossing her hands in her lap and smiling over to Renaux.
"Hey Renaux?" she says, "Thanks for giving me a really good time. That was the most fun I've had in years."
Her smile grows larger and she emanates hapiness. Truly, she's a simple girl to please.
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Gaspar
Established
The perfect butler.
Roleplay posts: 43 
Age: Appears 62, actually much older
Physical Description: The head of the servants of The Palace Des Ailes. Old but still strong this man is always impeccable dressed and groomed. With a clean shaven face, perfectly coiffed hair and a friendly smile.
Clothes and Equipment: What ever a gentleman might require.
Registered: Dec 7, 2015 16:47:15 GMT -8
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Post by Gaspar on Mar 1, 2016 17:25:39 GMT -8
Before Renaux can respond Gaspar enters the room. He bears a serving try on which is a bottle of wine, two glasses, and a selection of cheeses, meats, breads, crackers, vegetables, and fruits. This he places on a table between the two chairs.
"As I understand it my liege you left rather abruptly. Without even taking a proper repast. Since I doubt you will be returning to the ball, this meager fare will have to do."
The butler then descends on Gwen. With a barely an excuse me Lady Barclay, the butler measures her foot. This done he exits as quickly as he arrived.
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King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Mar 1, 2016 17:41:28 GMT -8
Renaux takes a bit of bread, meat, and cheese. He stacks them and then pops them in his mouth. He chews for a minute, then reaches over and pours himself a glass of wine, and one for Gwen. He takes a sip and say's mildly.
"There goes the most powerful man in Gauldin."
He has calmed down somewhat. His skin is now only a slight pink, instead of a bright scarlet.
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Gwenneth Barclay
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 19
Physical Description: Standing at a height of five feet and three inches tall, Gwenneth Barclay is an absolutely stunning woman, which goes without saying for most who meet her. She has long sable hair that cascades down her back, well taken care of and silky almost all the time. Her skin is pale, yet ethereally beautiful rather than lifeless, soft and smooth as velvet. Curiously, this applies even to her hands, despite her farmer upbringing, a passing oddity among many for her. She has a kindly, elegantly-structured face, with lovely, full lips constantly graced by a friendly smile, enhanced by strangely heterochromic, yet strikingly beautiful and lively icy blue and hazel eyes. Her figure is slim, yet elegant and curvaceous enough to draw the male -- or occasionally female -- eye. The only blemish upon her entire apparently perfect body is an earthy red tribal tattoo upon her left shoulder, the twisting lines possessing a meaning none but her know.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================================
Gwenneth wears robes of an apparently natural make, sewn from a fibrous, breathable plant-based cloth, an ethereal material gifted to her by a fae prince she once crossed paths with. They're crafted in such a way as to seem at once elegant and almost tribal, with feathers and tufts of fur tastefully displayed about the robes. The sleeves are almost entirely detached from the rest of the garment, held on by a few elastic strings of colourful etched beads, showcasing the elegant slope of her shoulders. She wears an ornate silver circlet and hooped silver earrings along with the rest of her ensemble. They glow oddly in the moonlight, waxing and waning along with its phases. A small blue thrush named "Pippin" constantly perches upon her shoulder, tweeting constantly, particularly vocal when she prepares a spell. She speaks back to the bird often, giving her a reputation of being slightly touched in the head.
Registered: Sept 23, 2015 21:22:52 GMT -8
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Post by Gwenneth Barclay on Mar 1, 2016 17:48:33 GMT -8
"Well, I've always thought that one who never shows any weakness or emotion is the weakest of them all! You're only more powerful in my eyes, Renaux, because you're real. Even though you could endanger your station by just interacting with me, you still helped me, you still showed me that, if only for one night, I could be noble, like you," says Gwen, giving Renaux a huge smile.
She takes a cracker and places a single piece of cheese on it. As soon as she bites into it, it breaks in half and falls directly into her cleavage. Gwen's eyes widen. Well, that is an unexpected complication with the dress. She's never had cleavage in her robes. She paints quite the humorous figure as she tries to fish the broken bits out while preserving some iota of decency, but eventually she just reaches in and pulls them out, giving Renaux a sheepish smile. She truly was no noble, that's for sure.
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King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Mar 1, 2016 18:12:01 GMT -8
Renaux wasn't quite sure what to say to Gwen's comment. He had been making an off hand joke. To have her respond with such heartfelt praise and gratitude, was enough to reawaken his blush. He was not really equipped, to handle being someone's hero. Then to top it off, while he is still reeling, she drops a cracker into her cleavage. Which of course draws his eyes to her cleavage. Oh sky, he drags his gaze away staring pointidly at the ceiling.
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Gwenneth Barclay
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 19
Physical Description: Standing at a height of five feet and three inches tall, Gwenneth Barclay is an absolutely stunning woman, which goes without saying for most who meet her. She has long sable hair that cascades down her back, well taken care of and silky almost all the time. Her skin is pale, yet ethereally beautiful rather than lifeless, soft and smooth as velvet. Curiously, this applies even to her hands, despite her farmer upbringing, a passing oddity among many for her. She has a kindly, elegantly-structured face, with lovely, full lips constantly graced by a friendly smile, enhanced by strangely heterochromic, yet strikingly beautiful and lively icy blue and hazel eyes. Her figure is slim, yet elegant and curvaceous enough to draw the male -- or occasionally female -- eye. The only blemish upon her entire apparently perfect body is an earthy red tribal tattoo upon her left shoulder, the twisting lines possessing a meaning none but her know.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================================
Gwenneth wears robes of an apparently natural make, sewn from a fibrous, breathable plant-based cloth, an ethereal material gifted to her by a fae prince she once crossed paths with. They're crafted in such a way as to seem at once elegant and almost tribal, with feathers and tufts of fur tastefully displayed about the robes. The sleeves are almost entirely detached from the rest of the garment, held on by a few elastic strings of colourful etched beads, showcasing the elegant slope of her shoulders. She wears an ornate silver circlet and hooped silver earrings along with the rest of her ensemble. They glow oddly in the moonlight, waxing and waning along with its phases. A small blue thrush named "Pippin" constantly perches upon her shoulder, tweeting constantly, particularly vocal when she prepares a spell. She speaks back to the bird often, giving her a reputation of being slightly touched in the head.
Registered: Sept 23, 2015 21:22:52 GMT -8
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Post by Gwenneth Barclay on Mar 1, 2016 18:17:46 GMT -8
Gwen simply tosses the cleavage cracker out the window and procures a fresh one. Munch munch munch. Cracker dust falls all over her breasts, which she looks down at with annoyance, brushing it off impatiently. She takes a sip of wine. She's beginning to get a bit dizzy from all this wine. Is that normal?
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Gaspar
Established
The perfect butler.
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: Appears 62, actually much older
Physical Description: The head of the servants of The Palace Des Ailes. Old but still strong this man is always impeccable dressed and groomed. With a clean shaven face, perfectly coiffed hair and a friendly smile.
Clothes and Equipment: What ever a gentleman might require.
Registered: Dec 7, 2015 16:47:15 GMT -8
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Post by Gaspar on Mar 1, 2016 19:18:36 GMT -8
Gaspar once again sweeps into the room. He carries another tray, this one ladened with heels. He kneels in front of Gwen, and without waiting for permission removes her heels. Quick as a flash a new pair are on her feet. The butler frowns, shakes his head and removes the new shoes. Another pair practically materialize on her feet. They are rich violet pair of heels, lined with fox fur. Comfortable, stylish, and they match Gwen's dress perfectly. The butler nods his head in satisfaction.
"Perfect."
He gets to his feet, taking the broken heels and tray with him. He then says to Renaux almost casually, well as casually as one can sound while still being perfectly formal.
"By the way my liege, there is a position that needs to be filled. The royal librarian requires an assistant. We are looking for a book lover, perhaps someone looking to join the court. If you meet anyone like that, pass it along please sire. We are having a damnable time finding anyone."
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Gwenneth Barclay
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 19
Physical Description: Standing at a height of five feet and three inches tall, Gwenneth Barclay is an absolutely stunning woman, which goes without saying for most who meet her. She has long sable hair that cascades down her back, well taken care of and silky almost all the time. Her skin is pale, yet ethereally beautiful rather than lifeless, soft and smooth as velvet. Curiously, this applies even to her hands, despite her farmer upbringing, a passing oddity among many for her. She has a kindly, elegantly-structured face, with lovely, full lips constantly graced by a friendly smile, enhanced by strangely heterochromic, yet strikingly beautiful and lively icy blue and hazel eyes. Her figure is slim, yet elegant and curvaceous enough to draw the male -- or occasionally female -- eye. The only blemish upon her entire apparently perfect body is an earthy red tribal tattoo upon her left shoulder, the twisting lines possessing a meaning none but her know.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================================
Gwenneth wears robes of an apparently natural make, sewn from a fibrous, breathable plant-based cloth, an ethereal material gifted to her by a fae prince she once crossed paths with. They're crafted in such a way as to seem at once elegant and almost tribal, with feathers and tufts of fur tastefully displayed about the robes. The sleeves are almost entirely detached from the rest of the garment, held on by a few elastic strings of colourful etched beads, showcasing the elegant slope of her shoulders. She wears an ornate silver circlet and hooped silver earrings along with the rest of her ensemble. They glow oddly in the moonlight, waxing and waning along with its phases. A small blue thrush named "Pippin" constantly perches upon her shoulder, tweeting constantly, particularly vocal when she prepares a spell. She speaks back to the bird often, giving her a reputation of being slightly touched in the head.
Registered: Sept 23, 2015 21:22:52 GMT -8
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Post by Gwenneth Barclay on Mar 1, 2016 19:24:49 GMT -8
Gwen smiles at Gaspar and gives a thankful nod before kicking her feet back and fourth, looking down at her new shoes with an enchanted expression. She ignores what he says to Renaux for the most part, until what he says clicks in her head and she shoots up out of her seat, nearly tripping over her new heels.
"Ooh! I could do it! Yes! I love books!" says Gwen, excitedly bouncing up and down at the prospect, "And I would get to stay in the castle! That would be so coooool!"
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King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Mar 1, 2016 20:49:05 GMT -8
Renaux gives Gaspar an indescribable look. It is a look that one can only achieve, by having someone in their life who knows everything. Not only does that someone know everything, they also meddle in everything. It is a look beyond exasperation, beyond annoyance, and beyond irritation. It is a look of utter defeat, and utter acceptance. Renaux gestures vaguely at Gwen. Forcing some cheer into his tone, so as to not dampen her spirits he says.
"It just so happens that I know someone. I can vouch for their enthusiasm."
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Gaspar
Established
The perfect butler.
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: Appears 62, actually much older
Physical Description: The head of the servants of The Palace Des Ailes. Old but still strong this man is always impeccable dressed and groomed. With a clean shaven face, perfectly coiffed hair and a friendly smile.
Clothes and Equipment: What ever a gentleman might require.
Registered: Dec 7, 2015 16:47:15 GMT -8
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Post by Gaspar on Mar 1, 2016 20:56:05 GMT -8
Gaspar turns his attention on to Gwen. The butler is of course too professional, to show any reaction. Though perhaps, just the ghost of a smile can be seen. He bows to her and says tone impeccably polite and professional.
"Well Mademoiselle Barclay if the king himself vouches for you, we can do away with the interview. You may consider yourself hired. The position has annual stipend of 1,000 gold pieces. Food, and accommodations are of course handled by the palace. You will start tomorrow, simply ask any of the house hold staff for me, and I will escort you to the library. Also would you like to move into your new quarters tonight? I can have your things fetched, if you provide me with the location."
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Gwenneth Barclay
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 19
Physical Description: Standing at a height of five feet and three inches tall, Gwenneth Barclay is an absolutely stunning woman, which goes without saying for most who meet her. She has long sable hair that cascades down her back, well taken care of and silky almost all the time. Her skin is pale, yet ethereally beautiful rather than lifeless, soft and smooth as velvet. Curiously, this applies even to her hands, despite her farmer upbringing, a passing oddity among many for her. She has a kindly, elegantly-structured face, with lovely, full lips constantly graced by a friendly smile, enhanced by strangely heterochromic, yet strikingly beautiful and lively icy blue and hazel eyes. Her figure is slim, yet elegant and curvaceous enough to draw the male -- or occasionally female -- eye. The only blemish upon her entire apparently perfect body is an earthy red tribal tattoo upon her left shoulder, the twisting lines possessing a meaning none but her know.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================================
Gwenneth wears robes of an apparently natural make, sewn from a fibrous, breathable plant-based cloth, an ethereal material gifted to her by a fae prince she once crossed paths with. They're crafted in such a way as to seem at once elegant and almost tribal, with feathers and tufts of fur tastefully displayed about the robes. The sleeves are almost entirely detached from the rest of the garment, held on by a few elastic strings of colourful etched beads, showcasing the elegant slope of her shoulders. She wears an ornate silver circlet and hooped silver earrings along with the rest of her ensemble. They glow oddly in the moonlight, waxing and waning along with its phases. A small blue thrush named "Pippin" constantly perches upon her shoulder, tweeting constantly, particularly vocal when she prepares a spell. She speaks back to the bird often, giving her a reputation of being slightly touched in the head.
Registered: Sept 23, 2015 21:22:52 GMT -8
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Post by Gwenneth Barclay on Mar 3, 2016 10:17:28 GMT -8
"Yes! Yay! Thank you Renaux!" exclaims Gwen. She knows it's extremely unprofessional, but she just has to...so she rockets up out of her seat, dashes around the table, and wraps her arms around Renaux's neck in a tight hug.
"Thank you thank you thank you!" comes her muffled voice from being buried in his chest.
When she releases him several long moments later, she looks over to Gaspar, happy tears welling up in her eyes.
"Ah, please, do that. Right now I live in the Lonely Maiden Brothel in that district with all the pretty red lights. Ask for 'Little Sweetling'. That's what the masseuses there called me. They'll know who you mean!"
Gwen doesn't realise the implication of living out of a brothel, having no idea what the true meaning of that is.
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Gaspar
Established
The perfect butler.
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: Appears 62, actually much older
Physical Description: The head of the servants of The Palace Des Ailes. Old but still strong this man is always impeccable dressed and groomed. With a clean shaven face, perfectly coiffed hair and a friendly smile.
Clothes and Equipment: What ever a gentleman might require.
Registered: Dec 7, 2015 16:47:15 GMT -8
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Post by Gaspar on Mar 3, 2016 13:03:14 GMT -8
Gaspar nods as Gwen casually reveals where she was staying. He does not let the relief he feels, for his king not recognizing the name of a brothel, show on his face. Of course the old butler already knew where Gwen was staying, and he knew she was not an employee. If she was, she would never have been allowed so close to Renaux. Gaspar was too good at his job to let such rumors get out. Even as they were speaking, bribes, threats, and other less pleasant methods were being employed, to ensure no one even started a hint of a rumor. Lady Barcaly's repuration was spotless, no point in letting her naivety harm her, or the king. With permission granted, the butler leaves the room on some parting words.
"I would ask that you remain here, until your room is prepared. I will fetch you once it is done. In the interim I am sure the king, will be happy to keep you company."
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King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Mar 3, 2016 13:27:45 GMT -8
Renaux awkwardly pats Gwen's back as she hugs him. Why was she thanking him, he hadn't done anything? He looks desperately at Gaspar, looking for some indication of what to do. The old man servant just looks at him, as professional and impeccably blank as ever. Finally the girl lets go, and has a quick conversation with the butler. The butler who once again abandons him to be alone with the woman. The woman that was getting increasingly familiar with the king. Renaux finishes his glass of wine, it was shaping up to be a long night.
"So I suppose that means, we have some time to pass. Is there anything you would like to talk about?"
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Gwenneth Barclay
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 19
Physical Description: Standing at a height of five feet and three inches tall, Gwenneth Barclay is an absolutely stunning woman, which goes without saying for most who meet her. She has long sable hair that cascades down her back, well taken care of and silky almost all the time. Her skin is pale, yet ethereally beautiful rather than lifeless, soft and smooth as velvet. Curiously, this applies even to her hands, despite her farmer upbringing, a passing oddity among many for her. She has a kindly, elegantly-structured face, with lovely, full lips constantly graced by a friendly smile, enhanced by strangely heterochromic, yet strikingly beautiful and lively icy blue and hazel eyes. Her figure is slim, yet elegant and curvaceous enough to draw the male -- or occasionally female -- eye. The only blemish upon her entire apparently perfect body is an earthy red tribal tattoo upon her left shoulder, the twisting lines possessing a meaning none but her know.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================================
Gwenneth wears robes of an apparently natural make, sewn from a fibrous, breathable plant-based cloth, an ethereal material gifted to her by a fae prince she once crossed paths with. They're crafted in such a way as to seem at once elegant and almost tribal, with feathers and tufts of fur tastefully displayed about the robes. The sleeves are almost entirely detached from the rest of the garment, held on by a few elastic strings of colourful etched beads, showcasing the elegant slope of her shoulders. She wears an ornate silver circlet and hooped silver earrings along with the rest of her ensemble. They glow oddly in the moonlight, waxing and waning along with its phases. A small blue thrush named "Pippin" constantly perches upon her shoulder, tweeting constantly, particularly vocal when she prepares a spell. She speaks back to the bird often, giving her a reputation of being slightly touched in the head.
Registered: Sept 23, 2015 21:22:52 GMT -8
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Post by Gwenneth Barclay on Mar 9, 2016 9:14:16 GMT -8
"Uhm...hrm..." says gwen, placing her index finger on her lower lip again. She seems to have that habit when she's thinking. Then, she snaps her fingers and smiles, asking, "Tell me about your absentee queen! I've read about her, but I've never actually known anyone who knew her. She seemed a little...haughty, from what I read. Not that there's anything wrong with that, of course. Plenty of nobles are that way!"
She plops down on the chair across from Renaux and awaits his response eagerly.
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King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Mar 9, 2016 12:14:49 GMT -8
Renaux shifts uncomfortably. Arianne wasn't a topic he really wanted to speak about. Still maybe he should. It might help, you never know. He takes a deep breath. He needed to sort out his thoughts. What had Arianne really been like? He had only known her for a month, yet it felt like so much longer.
"Haughty? No she wasn't really haughty. She was hot headed, fierce, and independent. Someone could see that as haughty I suppose. I didn't, she had a warrior's spirit. She chaffed under the restraints her birth forced on her. She was kind and compassionate. Even though she wanted freedom, she saw what the people needed, and was willing to give it up. I think if I had more time with her, I might have loved her. It pains me that despite all my power, I can't find her."
Renaux lapses into silence then. He stares at the wall, contemplating a path now denied him.
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Gwenneth Barclay
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 19
Physical Description: Standing at a height of five feet and three inches tall, Gwenneth Barclay is an absolutely stunning woman, which goes without saying for most who meet her. She has long sable hair that cascades down her back, well taken care of and silky almost all the time. Her skin is pale, yet ethereally beautiful rather than lifeless, soft and smooth as velvet. Curiously, this applies even to her hands, despite her farmer upbringing, a passing oddity among many for her. She has a kindly, elegantly-structured face, with lovely, full lips constantly graced by a friendly smile, enhanced by strangely heterochromic, yet strikingly beautiful and lively icy blue and hazel eyes. Her figure is slim, yet elegant and curvaceous enough to draw the male -- or occasionally female -- eye. The only blemish upon her entire apparently perfect body is an earthy red tribal tattoo upon her left shoulder, the twisting lines possessing a meaning none but her know.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================================
Gwenneth wears robes of an apparently natural make, sewn from a fibrous, breathable plant-based cloth, an ethereal material gifted to her by a fae prince she once crossed paths with. They're crafted in such a way as to seem at once elegant and almost tribal, with feathers and tufts of fur tastefully displayed about the robes. The sleeves are almost entirely detached from the rest of the garment, held on by a few elastic strings of colourful etched beads, showcasing the elegant slope of her shoulders. She wears an ornate silver circlet and hooped silver earrings along with the rest of her ensemble. They glow oddly in the moonlight, waxing and waning along with its phases. A small blue thrush named "Pippin" constantly perches upon her shoulder, tweeting constantly, particularly vocal when she prepares a spell. She speaks back to the bird often, giving her a reputation of being slightly touched in the head.
Registered: Sept 23, 2015 21:22:52 GMT -8
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Post by Gwenneth Barclay on Mar 9, 2016 22:29:05 GMT -8
Gwen frowns slightly. Upsetting the king was the last thing she had meant to do.
"Oh...sorry. I didn't realise it would be such a sensitive topic for you...well, I'm sure you'll find her some day! Then you can live happily ever after!" exclaims Gwen. While it admittedly makes her a little jealous to think of Renaux being with someone else for whatever reason, Gwen pushes it out of her mind. His happiness was more important than her silly feelings, after all! And if he could be happy with his former queen, she could be happy that he was happy.
"Er...well...uhm...tell me about your time in the Royal Air Force," she says, quickly changing the subject, "I've read so much about it but I've never heard your side of it. Well, obviously I've never heard your side, given that this is the first time we've ever spoken, but er...still. You know. Yeah. So what was it like? It must have been so glorious, fighting on those huge air ships. I've always wanted to be on one, but none of the captains would ever let me aboard because I was just a commoner."
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King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Mar 9, 2016 23:09:15 GMT -8
Renaux shifts in his chair. He feels odd, he feels old. Yes he also feels like a weight has been lifted. He hadn't really spoken to anyone about Arianne. Too afraid to really examine it, too afraid to share, too afraid to appear weak. Sharing had helped though, he smiles wanly at Gwen.
"No need to apologize. Thank you Gwen, those were thoughts I needed to get off my chest. Though I doubt there will be a happily ever after. At least not for me."
The king's eyes sparkle a bit as he reminisces. The knights were a far safer topic.
"My time with the knights, was the best of my life. There was danger sure, I fought in more than a handful of battles. I have been stabbed, sliced, and burned. Those things are all painful, but there is something about being a knight. There is a comradery with your brothers, the thrill of flying, and the order. When you are a knight you get what you earn. Rank, title, money, those mean nothing in the knighthood. It is skill, dedication, and honor that carry you. You should try flying, though not on airship. That is a fine thing, but to truly experience it you must fly on a Pegasus."
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Gwenneth Barclay
Committed
Roleplay posts: 83
Age: 19
Physical Description: Standing at a height of five feet and three inches tall, Gwenneth Barclay is an absolutely stunning woman, which goes without saying for most who meet her. She has long sable hair that cascades down her back, well taken care of and silky almost all the time. Her skin is pale, yet ethereally beautiful rather than lifeless, soft and smooth as velvet. Curiously, this applies even to her hands, despite her farmer upbringing, a passing oddity among many for her. She has a kindly, elegantly-structured face, with lovely, full lips constantly graced by a friendly smile, enhanced by strangely heterochromic, yet strikingly beautiful and lively icy blue and hazel eyes. Her figure is slim, yet elegant and curvaceous enough to draw the male -- or occasionally female -- eye. The only blemish upon her entire apparently perfect body is an earthy red tribal tattoo upon her left shoulder, the twisting lines possessing a meaning none but her know.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================================
Gwenneth wears robes of an apparently natural make, sewn from a fibrous, breathable plant-based cloth, an ethereal material gifted to her by a fae prince she once crossed paths with. They're crafted in such a way as to seem at once elegant and almost tribal, with feathers and tufts of fur tastefully displayed about the robes. The sleeves are almost entirely detached from the rest of the garment, held on by a few elastic strings of colourful etched beads, showcasing the elegant slope of her shoulders. She wears an ornate silver circlet and hooped silver earrings along with the rest of her ensemble. They glow oddly in the moonlight, waxing and waning along with its phases. A small blue thrush named "Pippin" constantly perches upon her shoulder, tweeting constantly, particularly vocal when she prepares a spell. She speaks back to the bird often, giving her a reputation of being slightly touched in the head.
Registered: Sept 23, 2015 21:22:52 GMT -8
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Post by Gwenneth Barclay on Mar 11, 2016 22:58:57 GMT -8
"Why not? You love her, right? Isn't that all that matters?" asks Gwen, tilting her head a bit at the admission. But then, he begins speaking about the knights, and she perks back up again, listening intently to his stories.
"Wooow! You rode on a Pegasus? For real? I thought that was just a bunch of the usual 'this royal guy has done some cool stuff' rhetoric, but you actually did it? That's amazing! Ooh, could you take me sometime? Pegasi are really rare in the wild, but I'm sure you must have breeders, right? Oh...but I bet they're only for the air force, huh? Never mind," she says. She goes from amazed, to excited, to disappointed very quickly.
"You really have led a really cool life, though. I wish I were that cool."
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King Renaux of Travére
Dedicated
The King of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 368
Age: 29
Physical Description: Standing at 6'4 Renaux is an imposing figure. He is well muscled from years of training and he has collected his fair share of scars. His auburn hair is kept short in a military style, and his face is clean shaven. He has a powerful jaw, mid set cheek bones, and a smooth brow. His blue eyes are fierce and determined, though there are smile lines in the corners.
Renaux was never supposed to be king he is actually the second son of the now deceased King Voltair. The former king and the crown prince Vyun both died in an a tragic airship crash three years ago much to Renauxs sorrow and anger. Renaux never held any aspirations for the crown and hated the thought of having things given to him. He entered the Académie Royale de le Pégase by winning the yearly tournament while posing as a peasant. He kept up this charade over his years serving with the Royal Air Force reaching the rank of Captain on his own merits.
He may have spent another few years in this guise but with his father and brother dead he was forced to ascend to the throne. Relatively unknown among the nobility Renaux has faced many challenges in the last two years. These turned the young military commander into a king whether or not he will prove to be a good one is still unknown.
Clothes and Equipment: Pretty much whatever he wants he's a king.
The Crown of Wings, and his Bastard Sword.
Clothing changes between enchanted plate, military dress, and casual clothing.
Registered: Dec 3, 2015 18:03:01 GMT -8
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Post by King Renaux of Travére on Mar 11, 2016 23:21:42 GMT -8
He is glad the girl is easily distracted. It didn't matter if he loved, or had loved Arianne. There was no happily ever after, because she was gone. Either dead, or alive and somewhere out of his reach. He raises his eyebrows at her comments about Pegasi. He supposed she must not have been in Gauldin very long.
"Well they are called the royal Pegasus knights for a reason. Each knight is partnered with a Pegasus, I am fortunate. The Pegasi are all property of the crown, if a knight retires they are separated from their partner. Most knights can't bear that thought. They remain in the order till they die, or get a job tending them. Luckily I left the order to be king, so I got to keep my partner."
He thinks about her comment. She wanted a cool life? Well, he wasn't sure he actually lived one of those. Still if riding a Pegasus counted as cool... He liked Gwen, so why not do something nice for. He gets to his feet, and gestures for her to do the same. He then walks out trusting she will follow him. He winds through the hallways, until he comes to a courtyard. He places two fingers to his lips and lets out a sharp whistle. Within minutes Soliél flies into the courtyard. The magnificent beast lands gracefully, and whinnies. Her golden wings still shin in the moonlight, as does her ivory coat. She walks up and nuzzle him gently, and strokes her mane.
"Well I hope this qualifies as something cool to do. Don't be shy, she enjoys being petted."
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Maes
Established
Roleplay posts: 40
Age: 23
Physical Description: Maes is human, and stands at five feet and eight inches, all parts frail and spindly. His skin is a shade of alabaster so pale that dark veins and bright arteries can be seen beneath, sometimes appearing to crawl beneath the flesh of their own volition. His eyes seem the color of a worn road stone, grey and lifeless. Lusterless black hair, several inches too long, dangles from his white scalp in uneven cuts. Despite his graven appearance, no mark of exertion, be it sweat or road-dust, seem to settle on him.
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Clothes and Equipment: Dark, frayed robes hang from Maes's gaunt frame, as though someone had thrown a bed linen over a wrought iron fence. A jagged looking medallion of opaque white crystal clings to the dark cloth as though the chain on which it dangles is only decoration. In stark contrast, his boots look nearly immaculate, evidence perhaps of a past life of luxury, or merely an opportune acquisition from one who enjoyed it.
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Registered: Feb 20, 2016 17:23:10 GMT -8
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Post by Maes on Mar 12, 2016 14:59:10 GMT -8
Maes strides into the palace, completely changed in form from what it had been just 24 hours ago. A sharp suit and haircut had made him into any other wealthy nobleman's son, excepting of course for the pale white skin. He approached the nearest guard or servant and asked after an appointment with the king on matters urgent to the crown. If pressed, he would say that the matter was for the king's ears only. He expected this would hand him off to one of the reagent's stewards, but that was all he needed for the time being.
He would wait then, patiently and with no outward signs of distress and an almost unnatural lack of fidgeting.
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