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 13, 2016 8:35:42 GMT -8
The guards looked at Maes curiously, but was saved from having to make a decision. The man spots Gaspar walking in his direction, and he waves the butler over. The impeccably dressed, and ever professional servant comes over. He sweeps his gaze over Maes, as he listens to the guards explanation. Gaspar indicates that Maes should follow him, leading the man into a small sitting room. This one appears to be for servant use. The butler then addresses Maes calmly, and politely.
"A fancy suit is not, in fact, enough to get you into see the king. You would need to make an appointment through the proper channels. However, it is unfortunately rather obvious, that those channels are unavailable to you. So tell me. What does the man the Lutin cartel is currently searching for, want with the king?"
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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 13, 2016 14:06:25 GMT -8
"That depends, I suppose," Maes answers, leveling his gaze with Gaspar's. "Do they have sympathizers here in the palace? Or maybe you work for them too?" The question was pointed, but not laced with sarcasm or malice.
"And the suit may not be enough to get me in to see the king, but it did get me through the door," Maes continued. "So if you'd be kind enough to answer my question, for the sake of my safety, I'll explain why the man who continues to evade the Lutin Cartel, wishes to speak to the king."
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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 13, 2016 15:04:02 GMT -8
There was a very subtle, but very definitive shift in the air. Though Gaspar's outward appearance didn't change, something about him did. Suddenly the old man seemed very, very dangerous. Maes had succeeded in finding the one thing, that made the order elemental angry. An accusation of disloyalty. In the same absolute polite and professional tone he responds.
"Sir, I will forgive you this one time. Your caution is understandable and due to ignorance. Please note though, that if you ever slander me by question my loyalty to the king again. I will make you suffer in such ways, that you will long for death."
Gaspar allows a moment to pass in silence. This was not a threat born of bravado, or arrogance. It was a threat that was a promise, one that he would absolutely see through. No one questioned his loyalty.
"Despite what you think, the Lutin Cartel is not in control of anything in Travére. I am aware of which guards they have bought, I am aware of where their safe houses are. The only reason they still exist, is for reason I doubt you would understand. It is sufficient to say that organized crime, is preferable to disorganized crime. Now sir, what do you think the king needs to hear."
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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 13, 2016 17:40:27 GMT -8
Maes cocked an eyebrow at the impeccably unperturbed butler. "I see. I suppose in that case, I have nothing to say to him. Nor anything more to you, sir. I will see myself out." With that, he rose, and with a polite bow to Gaspar, headed for the exit to leave the palace. Indeed, to leave Trevere itself.
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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 13, 2016 22:33:58 GMT -8
"Wow, really? I can...oh wow! I've read so much about Pegasi, but I've never been this close," says Gwen in amazement as she reaches out tentatively to run her hand along the beast's snout. It will likely respond well to her, too, as Gwen tends to have a way with animals.
"Hi girl...wow, you are a beauty...what's she called?" asks Gwen, though she doesn't look away from the winged horse, completely entranced by its glory.
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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 14, 2016 10:09:11 GMT -8
"Soliél."
Renaux answers simply. He watches Gwen's reaction with a pleased grin. He isn't suprised by her reaction, it was hard not to love a Pegasus. Soliél does indeed appreciate the attention, though she shied a bit at first. Most Pegasi were far more nervous, but Soliél had grown used to unfamiliar people. She had to living in the palace stables. He just didn't have the time to tend her every day anymore. Though he still rode her at least once a day. The king rest his head in her mane.
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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 14, 2016 10:34:00 GMT -8
"Solay..." she says, her accent shining through as she attempts to pronounce the word, "pretty name! That means...er..." she places her index finger on her bottom lip and squints at the sky as she tries to dredge up the meaning. After about a full minute, she snaps and nods confidently, saying, "Sun! It means sun. It's fitting!"
She moves over to the side of the horse and runs her hand down its mane and onto its back, stroking its feathery wings with an entranced expression.
"Besides Manticores, Pegasi are my favourite magical beast. So preeeeety," breathes Gwen, resting her head upon the beast's shoulder blade, giggling as the feathers tickle her nose.
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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 14, 2016 12:59:51 GMT -8
Renaux looks up from where he had buried his head. He has a stunned look on his face. Did she just say she preferred manticors?
"Manticors as in the human headed, lion bodied, bat winged, and scorpion tailed monsters? The ones with the incredibly virulent poison? Why are those your favorite?"
He had fought a manticore once it had not been a fun experience. On of his comrades and gotten eviscerated, he had died quick. Another got stuck by the tail, he died screaming. Two men from a six man group dead, the remains four injured.
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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 14, 2016 13:28:46 GMT -8
Gwen also rises her head from where she leans upon the Pegasus and looks over to him with a bright smile.
"Well, lemme tell you the story of how I came to love those beasts. Manticores are the most misunderstood magical creatures in the wilds. They're predatory and teritorial, so people get in trouble a lot when they accidentally wander into one's hunting grounds or a manticore sets up shop near them, but I've seen their kinder, more intelligent side. Back when I was running from the Ivelian soldiers who were trying to kill me due to my magic affinity, I passed out due to exhaustion and hunger. As I heard the clatter of armour and the yells of troops, I thought I would be done for. The last thing I heard before blacking out was a loud, terrifying roar.
"When I woke up, I was in a cave of sorts, surrounded by the stench of death. All around me there were bones -- from deers to wolves, even some human bones. And before me, there lie a pile of raw meat. Deer haunches by the look of it, fresh and dripping with blood, torn by claw marks. I recoiled, and in scrambling back I inadvertently scattered a pile of bones. The clatter awakened something nearby, and from the darkness two slitted yellow eyes opened and peered at me, coming closer and closer.
"When I lit a magical flame and realised that it was a manticore, I was terrified. I thought it would spear me and eat me for dinner. Instead, it nudged the meat toward me and gave me an expectant look. It wanted me to eat. I was very confused. Over the next few weeks, though, the manticore and I grew to be close friends. I think that, for some reason, it thought of me as its child or something. This particular species of manticore did not have a human face, but a cat-like Visage with terrifyingly sharp canines and a vicious temper but...for some reason, it saved me. I eventually had to leave and move on, of course, but that's why I like manticores so much."
She lays her head upon the Pegasus' wing, and strokes it lightly before saying, wistfully, "They're just misunderstood."
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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 14, 2016 13:50:45 GMT -8
Echoes listens to the story, his eyes widening as she speaks. He doesn't doubt her, he knows she is a poor liar. It was an incredible story, one that made him think. He absently runs a hand through Soliel's mane.
"I suppose in a way that makes sense. We tend to see them as monsters, but that is because of the threat they pose. Ultimately though they are animals, and even the most viscous wolf can be tamed."
For a moment he reflects on how he and his squad, would have appeared to the manticore. They had been there to kill it because it was attacking travellers. It had just been defending it's territory. To it he and his squad had been the monsters, barging into its home to harm it. That was a morbid thought.
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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 14, 2016 19:47:18 GMT -8
"Mhm. They're not malevolent by nature. Most things aren't, I'd say. They're actually fairly intelligent, too, from what I observed about the one that saved me," she says. She walks around the Pegasus, examining every element of it, keeping her hand upon it at all times so as to let it know where she is. If one startles a horse they're liable to get kicked in the ribs, and she figures a Pegasus is no different.
She looks over to Renaux as she arrives back beside him, averting her eyes sheepishly and crossing her hands in her lap.
"Erm..." she begins after several moments of silence, "...can we...uhm...can we ride it? Together?"
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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 15, 2016 8:02:49 GMT -8
Renaux stiffens as she voices her request. He had only ever rode with one other person. He remembers Arianne, on the day before their first attempt at a wedding. It had been a beautiful moment, the first awkward steps toward something never realized. He stares at the ring on his left hand. A golden band, set with a ruby. Taking Gwen for a ride would be a kindness, a simple innocent gesture. Yet it felt like a betrayal, he hadn't given up not yet.
"I... I will take you for a ride. It is an experience denied to too many. I am sorry though, I will likely come off as uncomfortable. It is not your fault. I just... Never mind."
Renaux clambers onto Soliél`s back. She isn't saddled so he couldn't do anything to extreme. Still a quick up and down would be safe. He extends a hand to Gwen, offering help her up. His back is straight rigid as a board.
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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 15, 2016 16:26:56 GMT -8
"That's okay, people get awkward around me a lot! I'm used to it," responds Gwen with a big, cherubic smile as she takes Renaux's hand and hops up behind him, wrapping her arms around his stomach and pressing her shapely figure into his back, her fluffy skirts forced up around her thighs as she straddles the winged horse. She giggles with nervousness and anticipation. The only things she's ever ridden have been normal horses. She never imagined she'd be riding upon even a destrier, much less a magical pegasus, partner animal to a king. And King Renaux, at that! One of her favourite figures! She wraps her arms tighter around him at this thought. Wouldn't want to fall off.
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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 15, 2016 16:53:05 GMT -8
Renaux's posture is absolutely rigid. At least she hadn't sat in front, that would have been worse. Soliél moved to his unspoken command, rocketing into the air. Pegasi were far faster and stronger than they should be, part of their innate magical nature. She showed no signs of struggle under the weight of two. It was not long before they were just below the cloud layer. Circling over Travére, the lights of the city glinting below.
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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.
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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 15, 2016 17:41:02 GMT -8
"Oh! Oh Stars!" exclaims Gwen as they rocket skyward, holding onto Renaux for dear life. She doesn't look down as her hair is whipped about by the wind, her heart leaping up into her throat at the idea of flying. When they reach the lower cloud layer and even out, she relaxes, but only slightly. She gives a nervous, yet excited laugh.
"Oh wow! I've never been this high before! I can see the Passiflora from here! That's the massage house where I was staying. I should go back and tell them I work for the king at some point! Ooh, and there's the theater! And the warf! Woooow!" she seems suddenly unafraid to look down, examining all the sights.
"And look at all the people! They look like ants from here!"
She gives a gleeful, girlish giggle, full of mirth.
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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 15, 2016 18:34:48 GMT -8
Renaux can just barely hear Gwen over the wind. Her excited tone though carries clearly enough. This brings a smile to his lips. Flying was a wonderful, a freedom too few got to experience. He stares down at his city, at his people. It was a beautiful sight. Beautiful enough that for a moment he could forget. All his worry, all his fears, all his doubts. Some of the tension leaves his body. This was what he was fighting for, his country and it's people. People like Gwen, denied so much due to circumstances of birth. He speaks over his shoulder.
"I am glad you are enjoying it. Travére is unique in Gauldin, other cities you can barely see at night. But Travére, Travére shines in the darkness. You can thank the royal academy for that."
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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 15, 2016 20:06:12 GMT -8
"It's beautiful," says Gwen, enchanted. If Renaux were to look back, he'd see that her heterochromic eyes are wide as saucers staring excitedly around at their surroundings. The chill of the night air makes her shiver a bit and she presses into Renaux more tightly.
"So why is it so bright at night? Magical lamps or something?" asks Gwen curiously.
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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 15, 2016 20:54:16 GMT -8
"Oui, fairy lights up and down the streets, it is quite expensive. I question many of the extravagances of the nobility. I often wonder what my country would be like, if we spent less on frivolities. Take the money spent on balls, art, and trinkets. Use that money to feed the poor. Despite these thoughts, I cannot imagine putting out Travére's lights. Perhaps that make me a hypocrite?"
Renaux muses aloud, as Soliél begins her descent. To him the lights defined Travére, they were as much a part of the city as anything else. His home would feel alien without them. So even though he fought for change, he would stand by some traditions.
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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 15, 2016 21:45:48 GMT -8
"While it's true that the disenfranchised need to come first, cultural heritage should not suffer for it. For if the poor become wealthy and there is no culture, then why would they want to be wealthy?" says Gwen, pressing her rosy cheek into Renaux's warm back as she speaks.
"It is part of Gauldin's glory. A rousing symbol for the people that gives them hope and tells them, 'yeah, you're unique, you're part of something glorious'. To remove that would mean lowered morale, not increased prosperity."
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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 15, 2016 22:21:23 GMT -8
Renaux shifted slightly, surprised. That had been a surprisingly solid argument. She had vocalized thoughts he hadn't been quite been able to. The words of praise though are lost. He had been keeping his back straight this whole ride. The movement her words provoked, made him acutely aware of her. There was a lot of warm softness pressed against his back. His cheeks color a hot pink, and he is glad she cannot see them.
"That is an excellent point Gwen. One I will have to remember in the future."
After another few minutes Soliél touches back down in the courtyard. Gaspar is waiting there for them. The butler bows low to the king, then addresses Gwen.
"Your room is prepared, mademoiselle Barclay."
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