Countess Camilla Blake
Dedicated
Princess of Medan
Roleplay posts: 496 
Age: 29
Physical Description: Race: Human
Hair: Red-gold
Eyes: Gold
Build: Athletic-slender
Clothes and Equipment: Hand crafted leather armor
Fur lined, brown cloak
Fur lined boots
Soft, white tunic and leggings
Compound Bow
Deer Antler Bow
Hand crafted arrows in a quiver
Two daggers
Formal described by post
Player's online availability : Unsure for now
Registered: Jan 13, 2015 13:21:30 GMT -8
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Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Jul 14, 2016 15:38:50 GMT -8
She wasn't sure what to think with the handful of people within the chamber, but sat quietly in the seat she was supposed to, leaning in to ask Blake, "I thought I was to dine with his majesty, where is he?" She did not sound offended in asking, just curious. As another couple entered, Camilla let her gaze drift over the two and noted how becoming the lass looked in her gown. Her gaze did not stay for long, she shifted her attention to smoothing the fabric of her own skirts.
As far as those who mocked loud enough to be heard, she merely lifted her chin and shot looks to them, answering only with a smile as if to say, "A fine day to you, too." She'd suffered far worse in her lifetime, mocking did not bother her in the least. As for the lass who's dress she had admired... Well, she would make a fine friend. She and Blake were in a similar situation, but she was the noble and not he. If anyone ever dared to question her choice? She would set them straight.
In fact, in a showing of support for the commoner, she followed the Duke's example by settling her hand over Blake's in an affectionate manner, letting her smile show so the woman could see and nodding her head as if to say, "Let them talk."
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Count Devrin Blake
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 269 
Age: 28
Physical Description: Standing a little over 6 feet tall, Blake is tall for an air marine. He has rugged features, a light stubble, and straight brown hair. His single remaining eye is brown in color. He is in excellent shape being a military man.
Clothes and Equipment: Standard air marine captain's uniform, and a cutlass.
Registered: Mar 9, 2016 15:41:30 GMT -8
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Post by Count Devrin Blake on Jul 14, 2016 16:16:49 GMT -8
"I think we are to sit at the same table as his majesty, but he hasn't arrived yet."
Blake speculates noting that a servant was deterring others from trying to sit at their table. When the Soult part is announced even Blake looks surprised. A duke with a commoner? That was certainly... He was about to think the word odd when Camilla takes his hand. Then he remembers he is courting a princess. Well more power to the duke then! Blake smiles at his love and wonders when the king will arrive.
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Commandant Murat Lafayette
Established
Roleplay posts: 30
Age: 36
Physical Description: A relatively average man in appearance, he stands at about 5'11", and 190lbs. Short, black hair with grey at the temples decorates his head. A long scar traces its way down across his left eye (eye color is brown) and down to his jaw. It is his only distinguishing feature.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears the uniform of the Commandant of the Pegasus Knights, adirned with numerous medals for valor in battle and personal accomplishments. A cavalry saber and shield, emblazoned with the crest of Gaulding, are the only other equipment he carries with him.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 6:35:31 GMT -8
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Post by Commandant Murat Lafayette on Jul 15, 2016 2:10:22 GMT -8
Lafayette walked over to the Captain and the Princess. Not much of the military was present here, and most of what was present was nobles who happened to enjoy playing at military, but when it came time for it, they were more useless than a sack of potatoes. When he approached, he would bow to the Princess and return whatever salute he was undoubtedly given by the Captain. He also caught the tail end of their conversation, and would seek to assuage their concerns.
"Princess Camilla, Captain Blake. I am Commandant Lafayette, head of the Pegasus Knights as well as Commander of the King's Royal Guard. I assure you that His Majesty will be here soon, he has a few minor matters to attend to, and I believe he wishes to arrive last."
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Duke Nicolas Soult
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 290
Age: 27
Physical Description: He is a taller man, standing at 6'2" and weighing about 200lbs. He is fairly lean, and exercises regularly in addition to training, making him incredibly fit. He has brown hair and green eyes that go well with his tanned skin.
Clothes and Equipment: He maintains a modest attire, preferring simple, well-fitted clothing to the gaudy outifts worn by some of Gauldin's other nobility. A black shirt with his family's crest on it (an eagle) combined with gray pants is his preferred attire when not in battle. In battle he wears heavier armor, usually plate without the helmet. A longsword permanently adorns his hip, the blade a family heirloom enchanted by a storm being aeons ago. Lightning crackles up and diwn the blade when it is wielded with the intent to kill.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 6:56:38 GMT -8
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Jul 15, 2016 2:48:52 GMT -8
Lord Soult cared not a damn for any of the whispers directed at them, his position was secure and he had no desire for further lands. His brothers would be permitted to choose a wife, just as his parents had, and as he would. He gave Eleniel's hand a reassuring squeeze, and walked over to where he figured he would be sitting. He was not delusional about his place in the order of things, and knew he would not be permitted at the King's own table.
"Let us go find a seat Eleniel, preferably one from where we can ensure my brothers are not offending anyone I like."
His brothers also ignored the whispering that they actually noticed, which was very little thankfully. They were the type to defend their honor, and, more importantly, Eleniel's honor, with their fists. They had come to regard her as family, as had much of the Keep, for her easy-going and charming mannerisms had won over Lord Soult's people just as they had his heart.
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Jul 15, 2016 10:13:16 GMT -8
Noting another woman giving her a glance, it took Eleniel a moment to puzzle out why.. then she heard people whispering and looking their way, and saw the woman very blatantly putting her hand over the man's. It clicked, then. They were in much the same situation as she and Nicolas were. Seeing someone else not only in the same place, but boldly proclaiming their relationship and support, made her feel a good deal better, and the Elf gave the woman a small curtsy before Nicolas began to lead her toward their table.
"Don't worry, I'm sure we can keep them in line. After all, cookies hang in the balance." She cast the brothers a playful smile. She'd really come to love Nicolas' brothers as though they were her own. They rather reminded her of two of the brothers she'd had in her human family, too. Once they'd reached the table that was assigned to them, Len settled into a chair and looked around curiously, doing an admirable job of hiding her anxiety.. aside from the fidgeting of the hands that were resting in her lap.
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Countess Camilla Blake
Dedicated
Princess of Medan
Roleplay posts: 496
Age: 29
Physical Description: Race: Human
Hair: Red-gold
Eyes: Gold
Build: Athletic-slender
Clothes and Equipment: Hand crafted leather armor
Fur lined, brown cloak
Fur lined boots
Soft, white tunic and leggings
Compound Bow
Deer Antler Bow
Hand crafted arrows in a quiver
Two daggers
Formal described by post
Player's online availability : Unsure for now
Registered: Jan 13, 2015 13:21:30 GMT -8
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Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Jul 15, 2016 15:57:15 GMT -8
She gave a timid smile to the elf, nodding her head in acknowledgement and stirring up more whispers. If she noticed, she didn't seem to care as she squeezed Blake's hand once more. Camilla shifted her attention to Murat, gave a kind smile and nodded. "Thank you." Part of her wondered why this was a larger function. She was about to ask the question when the smell of something that was probably delicious to all else hit her, turning a few shades of green and swallowing the thick lump forming in her throat. She shifted in her seat, glancing toward the buffet and noticing the prawns. Oh dear.
"May I be... excused for some air?" Her hand lifted to her mouth, and she tried hard to stifle the gag. (Coinflip, 1- succeed, 2- Fail)
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Count Devrin Blake
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 269
Age: 28
Physical Description: Standing a little over 6 feet tall, Blake is tall for an air marine. He has rugged features, a light stubble, and straight brown hair. His single remaining eye is brown in color. He is in excellent shape being a military man.
Clothes and Equipment: Standard air marine captain's uniform, and a cutlass.
Registered: Mar 9, 2016 15:41:30 GMT -8
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Post by Count Devrin Blake on Jul 15, 2016 17:00:35 GMT -8
Blake stands and gives Murat a crisp salute. The man may not be his direct superior, but he still out ranked Blake by a large margin. The captain is about to say something when Camilla starts gagging. Blake gives a swift glance of the room and spots a door out to a garden.
"My apologies Commondant. The lady has been ill, I will take her out for a bit of air."
Taking Camilla's arm he escorts her out to the garden.
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Lord Requin of Bayonne
Committed
On a fox hunt
Roleplay posts: 55
Age: 21
Physical Description: Tall and almost devilishly handsome, enough so that rumors say he made a deal with demons for his looks. They're not true, though. It's all genetics and personal grooming. He has dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing fit for a man of his position, with heavily ornamented trim and fine silk. He carries around a knife, but it's not used very often.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 16:28:17 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Requin of Bayonne on Jul 15, 2016 17:57:37 GMT -8
Requin stepped off the carriage and into the palace, straightening his collar and hair. Ahh, lunch at the palace. One of the many benefits to being rich and from a noble family. After some brief greetings, he sat down near the others. He usually enjoyed these sorts of events, but the king was going to be attending. He had never really liked the king, and hoped that he would arrive later rather than sooner.
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Countess Camilla Blake
Dedicated
Princess of Medan
Roleplay posts: 496
Age: 29
Physical Description: Race: Human
Hair: Red-gold
Eyes: Gold
Build: Athletic-slender
Clothes and Equipment: Hand crafted leather armor
Fur lined, brown cloak
Fur lined boots
Soft, white tunic and leggings
Compound Bow
Deer Antler Bow
Hand crafted arrows in a quiver
Two daggers
Formal described by post
Player's online availability : Unsure for now
Registered: Jan 13, 2015 13:21:30 GMT -8
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Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Jul 16, 2016 19:14:47 GMT -8
She sucked in the fresh air as soon as they were outside, red faced at the sudden bout of nausea. After gulping a few times, she stood up straighter and closed her eyes. "I am sorry. I didn't know prawns smelled so bad." Now if she could just get back into the room without being ill, especially when the king would arrive soon, that would be fantastic. She didn't care that people would talk but she wanted to make a good impression on the king and him finding out she was breeding out of wedlock might not be the best way.
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Count Devrin Blake
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 269
Age: 28
Physical Description: Standing a little over 6 feet tall, Blake is tall for an air marine. He has rugged features, a light stubble, and straight brown hair. His single remaining eye is brown in color. He is in excellent shape being a military man.
Clothes and Equipment: Standard air marine captain's uniform, and a cutlass.
Registered: Mar 9, 2016 15:41:30 GMT -8
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Post by Count Devrin Blake on Jul 16, 2016 19:54:48 GMT -8
"The prawns?"
Blake said curiously. He hadn't even smelled the prawns... Oh. He realized that it probably had to do with her condition. He remembered hearing something like that once maybe. He wished his mother was here she'd know what to do. He decides to be supportive and he gives her a squeeze in the shoulder and a reassuring smile.
"Well if you're feeling better let's head back in."
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Countess Camilla Blake
Dedicated
Princess of Medan
Roleplay posts: 496
Age: 29
Physical Description: Race: Human
Hair: Red-gold
Eyes: Gold
Build: Athletic-slender
Clothes and Equipment: Hand crafted leather armor
Fur lined, brown cloak
Fur lined boots
Soft, white tunic and leggings
Compound Bow
Deer Antler Bow
Hand crafted arrows in a quiver
Two daggers
Formal described by post
Player's online availability : Unsure for now
Registered: Jan 13, 2015 13:21:30 GMT -8
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Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Jul 16, 2016 20:22:17 GMT -8
"I think so," she murmured, and started to head back to her place. She smoothed at her skirts as soon as she was seated again, trying to ignore the onslaught of food aromas. She gave an apology when needed and would remain quiet unless someone addressed her. She was somewhat overwhelmed by how many people were showing up, glancing to and fro, gaze settling on newcomers and trying to get a read on each.
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Duke Nicolas Soult
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 290
Age: 27
Physical Description: He is a taller man, standing at 6'2" and weighing about 200lbs. He is fairly lean, and exercises regularly in addition to training, making him incredibly fit. He has brown hair and green eyes that go well with his tanned skin.
Clothes and Equipment: He maintains a modest attire, preferring simple, well-fitted clothing to the gaudy outifts worn by some of Gauldin's other nobility. A black shirt with his family's crest on it (an eagle) combined with gray pants is his preferred attire when not in battle. In battle he wears heavier armor, usually plate without the helmet. A longsword permanently adorns his hip, the blade a family heirloom enchanted by a storm being aeons ago. Lightning crackles up and diwn the blade when it is wielded with the intent to kill.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 6:56:38 GMT -8
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Jul 18, 2016 15:24:39 GMT -8
"And they will do just about anything for cookies after all, couple of layabouts. It's about time they start to pull their weight, they are more than old enough by now. And this will be a good start, don't you think my dear?"
He spoke affectionately of them, in spite of his words, as was his wont as their older brother. He glanced over at where they were sitting and doing their best to maintain some semblance of decorum, only to collapse into a fit of giggle as the toothpick they flicked lodged itself into the wig of some nobleman. He sighed and shook his head, maybe they weren't old enough yet.
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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 Jul 18, 2016 17:23:10 GMT -8
"Announcing his Majesty King Renaux and Her Highness Queen Arianne."
The royal couple walked into the room. The king was dressed simply as he preferred. Plain black pants and a white shirt. Well made but lacking in decoration. The queen was wearing a resplendent maternity dress in a rich violet. Her stomach was round with child and she clutches her husbands arm for support. Still she beams at those assembled, she was young, in love, and glowing. The couple makes it's way across the room and toward the table were Camilla and Blake sat. Arianne beams at Camilla.
"Hello, it's so nice to finally meet you."
The queens bright and bubbly personality shines like a beacon. The king smiles and nods at the two.
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Jul 18, 2016 17:30:52 GMT -8
She watched the woman with concern. Poor thing. She looked ill. Eleniel hoped she was okay. But her attention was drawn back to Nicolas as he spoke, and she smiled at him, before turning her gaze back to his brothers. Then she had to bite back a giggle. Oh, those two were too funny. Before she could speak, though, the king and his wife were being announced, and Eleniel stood along with everyone else, sweeping into a deep curtsy. Once the king and queen were seated, she returned to her seat as well. Then she looked at them before turning to Nicolas and speaking quietly.
"The Queen is quite lovely."
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Countess Camilla Blake
Dedicated
Princess of Medan
Roleplay posts: 496
Age: 29
Physical Description: Race: Human
Hair: Red-gold
Eyes: Gold
Build: Athletic-slender
Clothes and Equipment: Hand crafted leather armor
Fur lined, brown cloak
Fur lined boots
Soft, white tunic and leggings
Compound Bow
Deer Antler Bow
Hand crafted arrows in a quiver
Two daggers
Formal described by post
Player's online availability : Unsure for now
Registered: Jan 13, 2015 13:21:30 GMT -8
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Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Jul 18, 2016 17:40:21 GMT -8
No sooner had she sat back down, than the King and Queen arrived. She stood and gave a curtsy, bowing her head and saying with her raspy voice, "It is lovely to meet you as well, Majesty." She did not sit back down for she was not instructed as of yet to do so. The scent of the prawns taunted her while she waited, she tried very hard to keep her expression neutral as her belly began to roil again. A sweat bead rolled down her cheek and she had to force a smile and hope nobody noticed her sickened color.
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Commandant Murat Lafayette
Established
Roleplay posts: 30
Age: 36
Physical Description: A relatively average man in appearance, he stands at about 5'11", and 190lbs. Short, black hair with grey at the temples decorates his head. A long scar traces its way down across his left eye (eye color is brown) and down to his jaw. It is his only distinguishing feature.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears the uniform of the Commandant of the Pegasus Knights, adirned with numerous medals for valor in battle and personal accomplishments. A cavalry saber and shield, emblazoned with the crest of Gaulding, are the only other equipment he carries with him.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 6:35:31 GMT -8
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Post by Commandant Murat Lafayette on Jul 18, 2016 17:50:32 GMT -8
He had watched with some concern as the Princess had walked off, obviously a bit under the weather. He had been about to send a servant to inform the King when she returned. A strong woman to feel poorly and still be willing to meet the King and Queen. He had returned to his spot behind where the King would sit, and awaited the King and Queen to seat themselves before he would take a seat.
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Duke Nicolas Soult
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 290
Age: 27
Physical Description: He is a taller man, standing at 6'2" and weighing about 200lbs. He is fairly lean, and exercises regularly in addition to training, making him incredibly fit. He has brown hair and green eyes that go well with his tanned skin.
Clothes and Equipment: He maintains a modest attire, preferring simple, well-fitted clothing to the gaudy outifts worn by some of Gauldin's other nobility. A black shirt with his family's crest on it (an eagle) combined with gray pants is his preferred attire when not in battle. In battle he wears heavier armor, usually plate without the helmet. A longsword permanently adorns his hip, the blade a family heirloom enchanted by a storm being aeons ago. Lightning crackles up and diwn the blade when it is wielded with the intent to kill.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 6:56:38 GMT -8
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Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Jul 19, 2016 3:56:30 GMT -8
He stood and bowed to King Renaux and Queen Arianne, and stayed standing until they had seated themselves. He had not noticed Camilla look ill, just that she had excused herself, and he wondered what that was about. Probably just calming her nerves prior to meeting the King and Queen of Gauldin is all it was.
"Yes, she is. Not as lovely as you though."
The last was said quietly enough that he knew only she could hear, even a human sitting as close to him as she was would not be able to hear what he had said. It was a handy trick that he had finally figured out after their first couple of dates, it cane in handy at formal functions such as this.
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Eleniel Windsong
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 380
Age: 208
Physical Description: As with many Elves, Eleniel is not terribly tall; at an unimpressive 5'4", she is, like most of her race, slender and fine-boned, with delicate, beautiful features. She also possesses the characteristic pointed ears of the Elves. Her hair is long, usually falling unrestrained to her hips, and is a shade of golden-blonde. Her eyes are grey, but not cool, as they are often filled with warmth, friendliness, and other positive emotions.
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Clothes and Equipment: Pertaining to her wardrobe, Eleniel is a study in contrasts. She thinks nothing of wearing a dress one day, then running around in tunic and breeches the next. She carries with her frequently a bow and quiver of green-and-white fletched arrows, and her rapier.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
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Post by Eleniel Windsong on Jul 19, 2016 10:27:01 GMT -8
Len shot Nicolas an amused look as she heard those words, and smiled.
"Flattery will get you everywhere, my lord." Her words were spoken softly, in a teasing tone, her eyes gleaming with affection and mischief. Then her gaze turned to his twin brothers seated nearby, and she narrowed her eyes at them, trying to be intimidating. It was hard to do.. she was small and cute and not at all scary.
"As for you two - every time you do something improper, rude, or otherwise not something done in polite society, I will deduct two cookies from the box waiting back at the bakery. You've already lost two. Don't think I'm serious? Just try me." She'd help Nicolas turn them into proper gentlemen yet!
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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 Jul 19, 2016 18:50:57 GMT -8
"You look unwell. What are you doing sit down, should we send for a healer? Is something the matter?"
Arianne babbles off a list of questions as she looks at Camilla concerned. The queen rests a hand on her full belly and then blanches.
"Ugh, I smell ham. I don't think the baby likes it."
Renaux listens to his wife with a smile nodding at Blake and Camilla so they know yes they can sit. Even as Arianne complains about the ham a servant enters to cart it away. Arianne let's out a breath and turns her attention back to Camilla worry still etched on her face.
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Countess Camilla Blake
Dedicated
Princess of Medan
Roleplay posts: 496
Age: 29
Physical Description: Race: Human
Hair: Red-gold
Eyes: Gold
Build: Athletic-slender
Clothes and Equipment: Hand crafted leather armor
Fur lined, brown cloak
Fur lined boots
Soft, white tunic and leggings
Compound Bow
Deer Antler Bow
Hand crafted arrows in a quiver
Two daggers
Formal described by post
Player's online availability : Unsure for now
Registered: Jan 13, 2015 13:21:30 GMT -8
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Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Jul 20, 2016 18:58:19 GMT -8
She sat down, and tried, for the life of her, not to say a word about the smell of the shrimp. "I'm... quite alright... A healer is not needed, Majesty, but thank you..." It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the truth either. Any doubts she may have had about the baby were gone. She was pregnant. She cast a glance over to Blake, looked down to her belly, then a sigh passed her lips. This was a fine pickle, yes?
Camilla lifted her chin and returned her attention to the royal couple, saying, "This kingdom is my home now, I do not wish to return to Medan, or.. what's left of it, but only to find a way to restore it to my boys, as they are the rightful heirs. I'm nothing anymore, unless you wish to see me as a princess, even though my lands were stolen from me as much as theirs." She closed her eyes briefly, "I cannot leave now." She did not say why, though her eyes drifted to the man who had given her life back. It wasn't disguised.
Another whiff of the shrimp did her in and she abruptly stood, bleating out a weak apology and fleeing the room to find the nearest chamber with which to lose it.
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