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 26, 2016 15:38:50 GMT -8
"I love weddings, though." She remembered the last wedding she'd been to, and wondered how the happy couple was doing now. She'd have to stop by the Academy at some point to check in on them. She wondered what her own wedding would be like. Any such day was a long time in the future, she knew, but she couldn't help smiling as she imagined Nicolas at the end of an aisle, waiting for her, so they could bind themselves together forever. Shaking aside those mental images, she looked around curiously at hearing someone else announced. A latecomer? Interesting.
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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 26, 2016 15:58:04 GMT -8
Shock registered on Camilla's face, and then wariness as she shifted her attention from Blake to the cousin she hadn't seen in quite some time. She squeezed his hand back, tighter than intended, and met the gaze of the younger woman, her eyes watching carefully. Faisine had always been a snide little turd back in the day... Hopefully the years had softened the spoiled one. Camilla then took her seat and whispered a soft thanks to Her Majesty.
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Faisine of the Usque
Dedicated
The songbird sings her soft melody...
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 24
Physical Description: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Clothes and Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Registered: Feb 13, 2015 19:45:34 GMT -8
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Post by Faisine of the Usque on Jul 26, 2016 16:05:42 GMT -8
She moved to her seat after a curtsy, sitting at the same table as the noble who disliked the king. She craned her neck, giving a not so shy smile to her cousin from afar. And then she got distracted by all the pretty things about, and struck up polite conversation with those who would have it. A rumor reached her ear, she frowned... "I bet she had something to do with their deaths..." Feruzia narrowed her gaze and glared toward the source... "Rumor has it that a rumor spreading wretch is about to get a fork in the arse..." She muttered, not loud enough to be heard by the spreader, though one or two may hear it at the table she sat at.
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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 27, 2016 5:01:49 GMT -8
"I like marriages, weddings on the other hand... sorry, torrid affairs were noble people pay more attention to the social interactions that better themselves rather than paying attention to the couple, who are usually wed for political reasons rather than love."
He did not know who this newcomer was, but she appeared to be attracting her fair share of gossip, and he felt a pang of pity for her. Never an easy thing to put up with amongst this crowd of backstabbers.
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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 28, 2016 14:53:32 GMT -8
Blake feels Camilla's grip tighten and follows her eyes to the newcomer. She was a pretty little blond woman that looked a bit like Camilla. Definitely not a Gauldish noble, he didn't know the other lands, but he knew the fiefs of Gauldin. He leans near to his fiance and whispers lowly.
"Someone you know?"
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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 29, 2016 17:18:08 GMT -8
"My cousin... all grown up. I didn't even know she still lived. Most of the population of nobles from Verri perished a decade ago." She glanced to her plate, still empty of food. She wasn't even sure what to do at a buffet style lunch, did the King announce when to eat or did someone just... go get food? Did anyone else have any food on their plates? She looked over the tables.
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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 29, 2016 17:49:24 GMT -8
"You will have to say hello. Well assuming you don't hate each other or something."
Blake quips with a smile. It was a poor attempt at humor, but he was trying to lighten the mood a bit. He knows why their betrothal has dampened her spirits. It wasn't that she wasn't happy to be with him, just that she was worried about what the future might bring. Still he was pretty happy even if he was overwhelmed. He notices her glance at the plate and he reaches over and grabs it and her hand. Leading her to the buffet line he helps her set up a plate of food, grabbing one for himself while he is there.
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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 29, 2016 20:38:31 GMT -8
"..I suppose I'll rephrase, then: I love weddings when they're unions made out of love rather than for gain. I made a wedding cake for a couple a while back.. their vows were so touching. I've never seen love like that between two people." There was a dreamy tone to her voice as she remembered that day, a smile on her lips as she recalled the way the groom had looked at the bride. She wanted Nicolas to look at her like that on their wedding day, and imagining that drew a nearly giddy expression to her face. Then she shook that thought aside and smiled up at Nicolas.
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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 30, 2016 19:22:20 GMT -8
"I couldn't hate a child, though I do owe her for cutting my braid off when we were younger. Such a bratty child," she followed Blake to the food and took a dainty amount of food, mostly the bread typed stuff, maybe some cheese... Her belly was not yet in baby mode when it came to wanting food. Only the remaining roiling of her gut... "It doesn't matter either way... I'm sure she is here for protection as well... Verri was part of Medan after all, thanks to me. Would it vindictive to out that she hasn't offered her hand yet? She iss lesser royalty, but royal, nevertheless." She chuckled. "I won't."
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Count Devrin Blake
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 269
Age: 28
Physical Description: Standing a little over 6 feet tall, Blake is tall for an air marine. He has rugged features, a light stubble, and straight brown hair. His single remaining eye is brown in color. He is in excellent shape being a military man.
Clothes and Equipment: Standard air marine captain's uniform, and a cutlass.
Registered: Mar 9, 2016 15:41:30 GMT -8
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Post by Count Devrin Blake on Jul 31, 2016 19:30:49 GMT -8
"For the best you don't point it out. I don't think the king was happy giving away one ladies hand. I don't think he'd be amused if he had to give away two in the same day."
Blake notes dryly turning his attention to the buffet. He doesn't share his fiances reservation. He piles his plate high with a variety of meat dishes and some others. He then follows Camilla back to the table with the king.
"So, you weren't serious were you? We don't actually have to get married today right?"
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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 Aug 1, 2016 20:11:14 GMT -8
"I was serious." She sighed as she sat down. "Or very soon." She didn't have to elaborate... But she would start showing soon, right? Tongues were already wagging big time, she could feel the heat creeping up the back of her neck. Gah, she hated being noble. She took a bite of vegetation, chewing thoughtfully... So thoughtfully that she kept chewing and chewing that one piece of food.
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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 Aug 2, 2016 13:02:12 GMT -8
"Oh."
It suddenly clicks in Blake's mind why the wedding needs to be rushed. They needed to be wed before she showed visible signs of pregnancy. That would minimize the talk of impropriety. Sighing the captain turned Count realizes he is going to need to learn court politics. He notices that Camilla is just chewing and chewing. He reaches over and takes her hand.
"You have to swallow at some point love."
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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 Aug 2, 2016 18:24:56 GMT -8
"That is fair enough. Would you make the cake for your own wedding?"
His eyes remained locked on the room even as he spoke to her, a habit he had developed from one too many social functions with this crowd. Eleniel still had his attention though, well, most of it at least. Even she couldn't keep his full attention most of the time, his mind usually going through the things he has to get done that day.
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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 Aug 2, 2016 23:44:43 GMT -8
"Oh, dear gods no." Eleniel blurted a quiet laugh as she said that, her sparkling gaze turning toward Nicolas while she smiled at him. Tilting her head and giving him a playful glance, she continued her explanation.
"With all the other planning that goes into a wedding, I'd be happy to trust that particular item to another baker. Besides, there's this amazing cake shop in the aristocratic quarter of Travere." It was so odd to speak about her own wedding.. a wedding to Nicolas. Especially when he hadn't even asked her to marry him. It was just a foregone conclusion that simply hadn't come to pass yet. She turned her gaze away, looking instead toward the table of food. She was starving.
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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 Aug 3, 2016 18:30:22 GMT -8
She started and then sighed, "I've made a fair mess of things, haven't I?" Camilla pushed her plate away for the moment, deciding she would come back to it later. "I suppose I should do my duty." That was said with about as much joy as a kid would soumd when doing something menial. She leaned in to brush her lips over his cheek, then excused herself to make the rounds of ice breaking with the locals.
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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 Aug 9, 2016 16:43:09 GMT -8
"Well that's good to know. I suppose I could always have my bakers make the cake...and likely everything else. Wow, this whole "Lord" thing has its benefits sometimes, that would be huge cost reduction on the wedding! I even have a picturesque castle! Now all I need is a... bride. Hmmmm..."
He smiled jokingly and gave her a wink and a kiss on the cheek. His eyes alighted with mischief as he gazed on her, and he gave her hand a gentle squeeze under the table. When in Gauldin would the King get around to serving food? Clearly all the announcing and speeching was over now, so where was the food?
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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 Aug 9, 2016 16:45:41 GMT -8
Blake registered what Camilla said and what she was doing. Then a moment later he realizes that would leave him alone with the king and queen. Excusing himself he gets up to accompany Camilla. He was not prepared to be alone with the rulers of his country.
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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 Aug 9, 2016 18:40:07 GMT -8
She didn't know who to approach first, her nerves were quite evident by the way she wrung her hands. She ended up approaching the couple she had rooted for in the beginning. "Greetings from the table with the King," she said. Ugh, that was silly.
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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 Aug 9, 2016 19:19:28 GMT -8
"All you need is a bride, hm? Funny, I think I know an Elf who'd be happy to help you with that." Her teasing tone was followed by her grinning at him, and she squeezed his hand in return. Then she heard a voice speaking near them, and she looked up. Ahh, it was the woman whose future nuptials had just been announced! Len smiled up at the couple and inclined her head to them in greeting.
"Hello! Congratulations on your pending marriage."
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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 Aug 10, 2016 5:41:29 GMT -8
"Oh do you now? Well I will have to..."
He trailed off as he saw the woman approach them, noting her nervousness and remembering how he had been similarly nervous during his first gathering of nobles too, less than a month after the death of his parents. And he had been groomed for such things, had known many of them since he was born, so he did not blame her for being nervous amongst such a gathering.
"Yes, congratulations to the both of you! I am Lord Soult of Arcoux, and my...uh...hmmm, is Eleniel Windsong."
He went a bit red as he introduced her. Companion seemed not close enough, girlfriend was an entirely improper term for a Lord to call someone, and lover was widely inappropriate. Hopefully she wouldn't be upset.
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