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 22:57:34 GMT -8
"Ooh, I get my own room?! Wow!" says Gwen, bouncing up and down excitedly as soon as she dismounts the Pegasus. She beams at Gaspar and gives a deep bow in return.
"Thanks so much, Mister Gaspar. You're super helpful. And, uh...Renaux. Thanks for taking me up," says Gwen, blushing lightly at the mention of their...date? Excursion?
She hugs him tight and then leans up on the tips of her toes to give him a light peck on the cheek, accompanied by a little giggle, before bounding off behind Gaspar toward her room.
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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 16, 2016 10:02:42 GMT -8
Renaux goes stiff as a board when Gwen hugs him. He tentatively returns the hug, though on with one arm. Patting her gently between the shoulders.
"You're a welcome Mademoiselle Barclay, have a good evening."
With that Renaux departs, leaving Gwen with the impeccable butler. Gaspar motions indicating that the young woman should follow him. He leads her through the Palace corridors, toward the staff quarters.
"You do indeed get your own room. Which is yours to use as you see fit, so long as you are employed here. The library is open to all members of the household. Public hours start at eight, and end at eight. You will be working as assistant to Librarian Decroux, he is a kind man. Lives in a family suite, just four doors down from you. He will fetch you in the morning."
They stop outside a door. This part of the palace is slightly less lavishly decorated, but still well appointed. Gaspar opens the door, revealing a sitting room. To the side is a bedroom door. It is well appointed, like the home of a well of merchant. All of Gwen's belongings are settled on a table.
"This is your room. Do you have any questions, before I depart."
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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 18, 2016 9:47:04 GMT -8
"No, I'm fine. Thanks bunches, Gaspar!" says Gwen with a bright smile. She enters the room and looks about with wide eyes. Her very own room! She hasn't had a room entirely her own since she left home. Things are looking up!
She dashes into the bedroom and leaps onto the bed, sprawling out and giggling girlishly. Then, she explores the rest of the room. A magically heated bathtub made of porcelain and covered with runes, a wash basin, an armoire, a dresser, a large body mirror...everything she could ever ask for and more! She sighs contentedly as she lays back on the bed again, shutting her eyes. After such a long day, she is more than ready for some deep sleep. She can't wait to see what the next day has in store for her.
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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 18, 2016 10:22:18 GMT -8
The following morning, she is awoken by the noise of Gaspar entering the sitting room. He carries a tray of breakfast foods, which he lays on the center table. He then knocks firmly upon the bedroom door. "Mademoiselle Barclay, time to wake up." After ensuring Gwen was fed, cleaned, and dressed he escorts her to the library. Trailing through the seemingly endless corridors of the palace. As he goes he explains how one can navigate. Evidently it was based on the art, when a corridor branches there would be paintings indicating what lay down each branch. For example to find the kitchens, find paintings that contain food. To locate the library painting with books, to locate the gardens paintings with plants, etc. It was a simply but highly effective system, which allowed easy navigation without signs to detract from the aesthetic. At least according to Gaspar. Eventually they come to a wide set of double doors, which where flung open. Inside was the massive, and exquisitely beautiful palace library.  There to meet them was a portly, older gentlemen in simple black finery. He smiles at Gaspar, and reaches out to shake Gwens hand. "Bonjour! You must be the new assistant I was told about. I am Librarian Fleuté, I am very pleased to meet you."  |
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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 18, 2016 16:35:59 GMT -8
Gaspar doesn't have to do much to get Gwen prepared. Not a second after he knocks on the door, it swings open and Gwen stands before him, her long, silky black hair shimmering with a newly-cleaned sheen, the soft smell of lilac emanating from her body. She wears her usual purple robes, but they're more thoroughly clean than they have been in ages.
Being a Dreamweaver came with many perks, one of which includes deep slumber, so she's rested and revitalized despite having stayed up fairly late to fly with Renaux. Her bright, beaming smile displays her renewed energy, and she nods eagerly.
"Alright! I can't wait to start!" she exclaims, excitedly.
When they enter the library, Gwen can hardly contain her excitement at the massive library and the idea of so many new books to read and organize. Her eyes are about the size of dinner plates as she gazes around, drinking in the glorious room. Then, she's snapped out of her admiration by the voice of the librarian, and she looks up to him with a bright smile.
"Yes! Nice to meet you, Mister Fleuté! My name's Gwenneth Barclay, witch and lover of books! I prefer Gwen, really," she says, her voice laced heavily with excitement
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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 18, 2016 18:02:59 GMT -8
Fleuté coughs, and sends a quick glance at Gwen's figure. He is only human, and her aura is certainly enough to do a number on the old man. Still he manages to be professional as he explains Gwen's duties. The first two hours are outlining the organization system. Then explaining how to restock, and take care of the books. He shows her how someone can check out a book, as well as the ledger to keep track of who has what. He also outlines her duties in regards to patrons. Making sure the volume level is low, and no food or drink is brought in. The last thing she is shown is a comfortable chair in the back, in front of a table. A stack of books is laid there, and one is open. The books mostly seem to be political treatises, histories, and books on tactics.
"This is the kings corner Gwen. King Renuax likes to come in after hours to read. He gets irritable when the books he is currently reading are moved. Make sure you just leave them where they are, he restocks them himself when his done."
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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 18, 2016 18:27:48 GMT -8
Gwen either doesn't notice or doesn't mind the old man's roaming eyes. Men tend to look at her that way on a fairly regular basis, and she has no understanding of the meaning behind the glances, completely uneducated about lust or sexual intercourse despite her erudition. Books taught her the mechanics of it but not the subtleties of attraction. And so, she simply gives a smile and a nod as he begins his explanations.
Gwen learns quickly and proves herself from the moment she starts to organize the books that she's a natural, working at a rapid pace with bubbly enthusiasm and treating those who come into the library with respect and poise fitting of a noble lady, despite her commoner upbringing. When they arrive at Renaux's personal corner and its purpose is explained, Gwen gives a few incredulous blinks, and then smiles brightly.
"You mean I'll still get to talk to Ren...I mean His Majesty even though I'm gonna be in the library? Oh, that's lovely! Thank you so much for taking me on, Mister Librarian Sir," she says, almost overflowing with 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 18, 2016 19:27:42 GMT -8
Fleuté blinks in surprise at Gwen's exuberance. Evidently the rumors of the young commoner, who caught the eye of the king hadn't reached him. Of course he hadn't attended the ball.
"Er, you are acquainted with his majesty? Well yes I suppose you might catch him here, if you stayed after your shift. Still I wouldn't disturb him over much. He has been very polite about it, but I think he prefers to be alone. He always sends me to my rooms when I am here late. It can be quite annoying when I am trying to catch up on work."
He blinks in surprise, and a worried look comes over his face.
"OH! Not that I find the king annoying of course. I am very loyal to his majesty. He seems so kind, and just, and regal. Er, it's just I don't like having my work interrupted. But if it's for his majesty I can of course soldier on."
The old man seems very flustered.
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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 18, 2016 20:13:18 GMT -8
Gwen giggles and touches his elbow lightly, stopping his sentence as she looks up at him with her odd heterochromic eyes.
"Don't worry, I know what you mean. And yeah, I met him at the Ball! He taught me how to shoot a bow, and we rode on a Pegasus together, and we drank really tasty wine. It was great!" enthuses Gwen.
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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 18, 2016 21:21:48 GMT -8
"Thank you for understanding mon cher. Also that sounds very lovely. I am surprised he did so, he also struck me as rather reserved."
Fleuté retreats to his office for the remainder of the day. Eight o'clock rolls around and official visiting hours end. The librarian said good night to Gwen, and returned to his rooms. The young witch would be expected to do the same. If she chooses to stick around though, then thirty minutes later the doors open again. Reanux and his body guard Antain come into the library. The king heads to his corner, not seeming to note his surroundings. The body guard stays near the door. The large man's expression bored. Renaux plucks up one of the open books, and begins to read.
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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 19, 2016 18:54:23 GMT -8
Gwen decides to stay behind to read a book or two, as she hasn't had any new material in almost a year. As she cracks open the first volume of A Dissertation on the Causes and Effects of The Cataclysm by one Mage Adept Ruana, she settles down into a big cushioned chair and sighs happily, using a glowing magical ball of light that hovers by her head to read in the darkness of the closed library.
By the time Renaux arrives, she's already half way through the book and absorbed in its contents, her eyes glued to the page as she absorbs all the new information. Then, the creaking of the opening door snaps her out of her trance and she nearly drops the book as she starts. Pippin tweets in protest, flapping up from his perch on Gwen's shoulder, but he quickly quiets when Gwen shushes him. She slowly closes the book and puts it aside before extinguishing the magical light and creeping up to where the footsteps end. She relaxes as she discovers who it is, and steps out from the shadows, waving happily.
"Hi Renaux!" she exclaims, excitedly.
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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 19, 2016 19:20:11 GMT -8
Renaux glances up from his book when Gwen speaks.It was titled The Monarch's war he was only about 3/4 of the way through. He had been reading it for the last week. Progress was slow, he could only steal an hour or so before bed each night. His expression is one of surprise when he sees Gwen. He hadn't expected anyone else to be here. He manages to change it to a small smile.
"Hello Gwen. Working late? Interesting choice on your first day."
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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 19, 2016 22:49:40 GMT -8
"Oh, well, I'm not really working. Just reading, since this library has such a myriad of books! So uh...what're you reading? Something good?" asks Gwen. She's not entirely certain what to talk about. The day had been slightly mentally taxing, but she still wants to talk to her new favourite friend, so she forces herself to think of something to talk about, furrowing her brow slightly.
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King Averin Arach
Dedicated
Working on the whole king thing
Roleplay posts: 284
Age: 21
Physical Description: Averin is a tall man, standing at six foot two. He has a build equal parts lithe and powerful. Broad shouldered, well muscled, but possessed of an undeniable grace. He reminds many of a tiger. He moves with a slow, languid, precision, that gives him undeniable aura of deadly skill.
Averin is a handsome man. With a square cut jaw, straight nose, and prominent cheek bones. His brown eyes are dark and alluring. Sometimes they sparkle with kindness, other times gleaming with baleful intent. His habitual expression is a half smile.
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Clothes and Equipment: Averin prefers to wear his silver steel half plate. One pauldron stylize to look like a hawks head. Combined with his large red cloak, he has a very distinctive look. His preferred weapon is a bastard sword. His blade is an oddity. The hilt is worn and weathered, and seems to be ancient. The blade though looks freshly forged. The shining metal gleams brightly in light, and it's edge razor sharp. Both his armor and sword posses some degree of magic, though exactly how much is known only to him.
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Registered: Mar 21, 2016 6:59:05 GMT -8
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Post by King Averin Arach on Mar 22, 2016 12:02:48 GMT -8
Before the king can answer, the sound of the door opening can again be heard. A brief, yet heated exchange of words echoes dimly. The conversation begins to get loud, as the participants draw near. The massive Antain rounds the corner, joking and laughing with a young man. When Avarin spots Renaux his grin broadens into a warm smile.
"Renaux! You old son of a bitch! You never told me you were a prince."
The younger man pulls Renaux out of his chair, and wraps him in a bear hug. Which makes the king look decidedly uncomfortable. Largely because Avarin still wears his immaculate silver armor. Avarin holds the king at arms length grinning up at him.
"It's good to see you!"
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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 22, 2016 12:10:27 GMT -8
Renaux had looked up with a grin, when Avarin rounded the corner. The king allowed himself to be pulled into an embrace. Though the younger man's armor poked against him painfully. Still Renaux's smile does not lessen. He is glad to see his old friend once again.
"It's good to see you as well Avarin. What brings you to Travére? And what took you so long? I've been king for two years now!"
Renaux scolds Avarin lightly. He spots Gwen, and remembers his manners. Grabbing the mercenary by the shoulders, he spins Avarin to face the woman.
"Before I forget introductions. Avarin, this is Gwenneth Barclay. She is the assistant to the royal librarian. Gwen this is Sir Averin Drake. He is the leader of the Silver Hawk mercenary band. I saved his life when he was just a young upstart. Antain and I found him on a patrol. We took him on as a squire, and taught him everything he knows."
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
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Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Mar 28, 2016 23:10:47 GMT -8
[Enter from The Bridge Gate with group.] After making their way through the streets of Travére, Madame Naoki and her embassy (along with their important guests), arrive at the front gate of The Royal Palace. Still on horseback, and still wearing her gown, Naoki glances around in an attempt to locate some manner of guard, attendant, steward or squire who might direct them further. Presumably, there would be somewhere to place the horses, and some manner of formal reception, perhaps involving the king, but she is unsure of how exactly to proceed. |
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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 29, 2016 20:39:57 GMT -8
As the procession enter the courtyard they are greeted by a line up of guards. All in silver armor and standing along side beautiful Pegasus mounts. They salute and as the carriage pulls to a stop a group of servant flood out. Within seconds the bags have been taken and whisked away. As the carriage doors open an impeccable dressed older looking gentle men appears. He sweeps into a low bow.
"Greetings Minister Naoki, I trust you had a pleasant trip? The king will be meeting with your tomorrow morning. In the interim you and your guests will be staying in the ambassador wing of the palace."
With that Gaspar would lead Naoki and her entourage into the palace proper. Eventually they would come to the doors of a massive room. Inside is what appears to be a sitting area if well... Opulent is too simple a word for what is happening in this room. The sheer magnitude of the wealth on display is simply staggering. It is not just wealth though. It is art, history, and culture. Books, statues, paintings, and even the furniture it is all crafted with exquisite details. Nothing in this room looks like it costs less than a large house. Indeed most of it looks to cost quite a bit more. There are multiple bedrooms each with it's own private bath and study branching from this central hall. The decoration in each room matches the main one. Gaspar motions indicating the group should enter.
"Will you dine in the main hall tonight? Or would you rather dinner be brought to your chambers?"
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Mar 30, 2016 5:53:35 GMT -8
Though there are no carriage doors (as there is no carriage), Madame Naoki dismounts as Gaspar approaches, and allows the attendants to take all of her bags but one- the diplomatic bag. Also, the embassy members choose to keep their diplomatic materials on their persons. As Gaspar leads the way, Naoki and her party follow. Her eyes flit around, taking in the prominently displayed wealth. Though she’s no stranger to the finer things in life herself, the display does warrant a raised eyebrow. More like Gaudy-in, hm?
Interesting that they would choose to do things in this manner, she muses. Interesting, first and foremost, that they would decorate the area of the palace intended for ambassadors in this way, to so grossly display their wealth. Why? Is this supposed to send some sort of message? She wonders what they might be trying to get at, beyond, “We get away with taxing our citizens so heavily that we can completely disregard reasonable budgeting practices and show off all of this.” The practical side of Naoki thinks that perhaps, instead of creating a wing of the palace so heavily encrusted with gold it could melt, it may have been a better idea to perhaps use those same funds for something more… practical. Giving to the poor, public works projects, research, increased government wages... Anything, really. The sight of all of this unused wealth cannot help but irk Naoki’s pragmatic side. Then again, she also has her doubts about the modern practicality of the concept of cities on islands, airships powered by magic, and the feudal system of government, too. She knew that she wouldn’t be in accordance with whatever archaic sorts of policies Gauldin employs, and the lavishly decorated ambassador’s wing doesn’t come as much of a surprise. So she nods appreciatively, and turns to face Gaspar as he poses his question. “We would prefer to eat up here tonight, thank you for your assistance.” Assuming that Gaspar excuses himself, Naoki motions to the thirteen members of the embassy, and without any further instruction, and after a few moments of checking the various doors leading off the hallway, proceed into a sort of meeting room, and unpack their things. After they’ve excused themselves, Naoki and Artemis are left alone in the hall with Lady Genevieve St. James , Odette, and Queen Arianne . Again without saying anything aloud, Naoki gestures with a tilt of her head toward one of the chambers, suggesting that they all proceed inside. Opening the door herself, she finds the chamber to be something of a lounge room. Excellent. Seating arrangements line the walls, and some small tables, statues, and other ornamental bits of furniture are scattered about. This would function for her purposes. Naoki proceeds to enter the room, and chooses to seat herself on one end of a long sofa. As she does so, she notices how the fabric of her gown drapes itself just so to perfectly display the shape of her legs, without being so tight as to leave nothing to the imagination. Watching it in action, Naoki finds the magic of the gown mildly alarming, but also highly satisfying. She thinks it highly unlikely for the king to be a eunuch as the butler evidently was, and would presumably react favorably to her choice in attire. For now, though, she would be limited to only the other women in the room. And that’s not quite so bad, she supposes, casting appraising glances in their directions as she waits for the rest to enter. |
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Artemis
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 205
Physical Description: Artemis is a sturdily built woman of medium height, with blonde hair tied back in a professional bun. Clad in a sharp black business suit, with black tie, dress shirt, and gloves, her appearance is utterly unremarkable; save for a single, flawless, purple gem, set on a simple black ribbon, worn choker-style around her throat. Her demeanor is such that she blends seamlessly into the background of any situation when her services are not required.
Registered: Sept 13, 2015 6:26:06 GMT -8
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Post by Artemis on Mar 31, 2016 17:12:35 GMT -8
Artemis's gaze flicks around, taking in the lavish surroundings. It is impressive, in a way, she supposes, but dreadfully inefficient, the relic of an outdated mindset. Expensive items serving no better purpose than to show off their cost. Hmmph. She dearly hopes that the new king is more pragmatic than his forefathers.
She follows Naoki into the other room. As the other woman seats herself, Artemis's eyes follow her. Coupled with Naoki's natural poise, the magic of the gown is devastatingly effective, turning even a mundane action such as sitting down into a subtly attention-grabbing event. The crimson fabric clings and falls in all the right ways, providing tempting impressions of the svelte figure beneath.
Still, as alluring as it is, it's nothing she hasn't seen before. Tearing her eyes away, Artemis takes a seat on the other end of the couch, leaving an open spot next to Naoki.
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Queen Arianne
Dedicated
The Queen of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 217
Age: Twenty
Physical Description: Arianne is plump in her bosom, with a little waist and a flare of hips. Because she is active, she is well toned with sleek musculature in her stomach and arms, and her long legs are finely made. She has flowing red hair and thick-lashed blue eyes. She has smooth strawberries-and-creme skin dappled with freckles. Her face is always active with some emotion or another. | JUST HAD A BABY!
Clothes and Equipment: Arianne wears finely made adventuring clothing. Although she has grown up considerably since her marriage, she still enjoys the finer things, so her leathers are always tailored to her gorgeous frame and feminine to boot. She has a sabre, a shortsword, and a dagger usually upon her.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 14:59:45 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Arianne on Apr 5, 2016 18:40:25 GMT -8
She held her breath while they walked into the palace. At some point, Genevieve had grabbed her hand, squeezing it tightly. Arianne squeezed back without realizing, her hood drawn up and her face lowered to the floor. With the help of Genevieve's magic, Arianne was almost unnoticeable.
Walking through the palace did little for her. She was used to the oppulence that was now not so much a gross display of wealth but more like a cultural identifier. The ornate architecture was as much a part of Gauldin as the airships were, employing thousands of people to make something beautiful. Of course, the palace was far older than anyone could remember, and perhaps the Gauldish could do with toning it Dow..
As soon as they were moved off into the room Arianne caught sight of Naoki and felt her breath catch in her chest. Her blue eyes pointed. Is that how Naoki was going to display herself to the King? Shameless.
A year ago, Arianne would have said something. Now, however, she knew better, and kept her opinions to herself. She did not take a seat. "Thank you for being true to your word, Madame Naoki. Now, however, I should leave and prepare myself for meeting with... with the King."
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