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 17, 2016 8:39:33 GMT -8
She sat down with the group and began to nibble daintily... After all, they were in public. Sort of... She was feeling better about the day, but she would surely fall into a deep sleep after this was over. She paused in eating, blowing a piece of hair out of her face as soon as she knew nobody was watching, then nibbled some mire. Her empty belly accepted the offering happily.
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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 17, 2016 13:28:39 GMT -8
Blake sat and felt slightly awkward. After all he was the only one not eating. Still he tried not to let it show. Absently sipping at a glass of water laid before him.
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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 17, 2016 15:40:00 GMT -8
"Oh yes. I feel as though I've made a friend now, and I always say one can never have too many friends." The cheerful Elf smiled, and reached over to gently squeeze Nicolas' knee before digging in to her food. When Camilla returned, she nodded to the woman, and then glanced at Blake.
"Camilla tells me you saved her. You did a brave thing." Nicolas had also saved her, recently, and she shot him a brief look full of memory. That day had been terrible.. but it had also brought them closer. Dragging her gaze away from her lover, she glanced back at the newly-made Count and returned to nibbling at her food.
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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 18, 2016 2:05:35 GMT -8
He smiled as Eleniel's words echoed his own, they were of like mind on most things, but it was nice to see it in a way that wasn't just a simple agreement. The day when she had very nearly been taken from him had been the worst day of his life, he still bore many of the scars from that day, his knights did as well. A pang of worry hit him every time he watched her ride off, and he had taken to escorting her as far as he could to ensure her safety. The bandits in his fief had been all but wiped out in a series of brutal raids that had followed in the aftermath of the kidnapping, he had shown them no mercy, and his people hadn't either. But now was not the time for such dark thoughts, this was supposed to be a joyous occasion.
A joyous occasion punctuated by loud, obnoxious eating coming from the side opposite Eleniel, and his brothers once more received a glare, and Jacques got his foot stomped. Thereafter they more quietly, about as quietly as he expected of them. Lord Soult was grateful to not have to eat daintily and dug into the food with a refined gusto.
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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 21, 2016 9:53:17 GMT -8
She hadn't grabbed much on her plate, so she finished not long after she brought her food to the other table. Camilla was up for more and back after heaping her plate with chicken, rolls, and mostly green beans with almonds. When she sat down again, she was feeling her mouth salivate big time, forgot where she was and attacked the plate with more gusto than before. Oh man, the beans were perfect, nice and crunchy without being too crunchy.
A glance was cast to Blake and she gave a smile, a sparkle of mischief in her eyes as she contemplated tossing a roll at him to ease his obvious nerves.
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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 21, 2016 12:20:29 GMT -8
When Camilla got up for a second playe Blake leapt at the chance to go with her. He grabbed his own plate of food and sat down next to her. It was a little odd that they'd switched tables. After all they had been dining with the king. Then again she did need to talk to more than just the king and queen. And if she was hungry and needed to eat, well she was doing it for two at the moment. He caught the look in her eyes and his widened slightly. He knew that look, it was the look that said she was going to do something inappropriate.
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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 23, 2016 10:32:05 GMT -8
Len ate quickly, being quite hungry, and was soon finished. With her appetite sated, she crossed the utensils over the plate and sat back with her hands folded in her lap. Then she looked around, and her ears twitched slightly.
"..Is this normally how these royal luncheon things go? You show up, you eat, you mingle and be annoyed at the nosy nobles, and then you leave? Is that it?" She looked at Camilla and Nicolas, puzzled. She'd never really been involved in things like this before and she found the whole thing quite strange.
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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 23, 2016 14:32:14 GMT -8
"Yes, that is exactly it. I think of it as a pennance, the other side of the scale if you will. I get to spend so much time in your company, its gotta balance out somehow."
He grinned and raised his glass to her in a teasing manner, then drained it. He si hated these lunches, but they were good opportunities to be seen by the king, and that in and of itself could have its advantages.
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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 23, 2016 16:36:17 GMT -8
"It gets worse," she mutters into a bite of green beans. She munches slowly as if to relish the veggies. After she swallows and takes a sip of water, she elaborates, "The purpose of court is not just to honor the king, but mamas and pappas use this opportunity to marry their sons and daughters off based on wealth and title. They will literally buy a husband for their daughters with a dowry. One must marry close to their ranks or scandal will be had. Others use the opportunity to get ahead, or even act with debauchery." She said all this with a nonchalant attitude, though she kept her voice low so only they at their tale could hear, then she lifted her own glass and said, "Welcome to high society, my friends."
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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 23, 2016 17:04:49 GMT -8
"This all sounds rather horrid. Why do people want to be noble again?"
Blake chuckles because he knows the answer to that question. Money and power. That was what motivated the noble court. He dug into his meal and when back to silence after that comment though. He still felt just a tad awkward dining with a duke.
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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 23, 2016 19:35:11 GMT -8
Len smiled at Nicolas, her eyes glittering with affection. He was so sweet, even if he was just teasing, and to reward him for this, she leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Then she turned her attention to Camilla, and an absolutely horrified expression crossed her features. Selling their children into marriage for standing and dowries and... She looked at Nicolas with a firm expression.
"We are not going to do that." She clearly meant whatever future children they might have. ..Realized what she said. And blushed vigorously, then tried to hide her embarrassment in her glass of water as she sipped at it, looking casually anywhere but at those seated at the table with her.
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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 25, 2016 8:48:43 GMT -8
"Of course we are not. My parents did not make me do it, and I have not made my brothers do so either, despite a dozen and a half offers to do so. An advantage of having a prosperous fief is that the others need what I have, and therefore I can trade for what I want. That Jean appears to have taken a liking to one of the servant girls is another matter entirely..."
He accepted her statement in that calm manner that he always did. That such things had been decided, even if just in their hearts did not bother or phase him. And if his brothers chose brides that may be frowned upon by others...well, let them frown.
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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 25, 2016 10:34:54 GMT -8
"Neither are we," she said, giving a pointed look to Blake. "The boys will choose on their own free will, and... future children will do the same despite the customs of my people and the court." She sighed and pushed her empty plate away, eyes moving to the other two, she continued, "You two drew my notice for your similar circumstances. I'd be honored to call you friends."
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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 25, 2016 15:08:22 GMT -8
Blake just shakes his head and keeps his eyes on his meal. Marrying off your sons and daughters? What had he gotten himself into? When Camilla shoots him that pointed look he returns it. Though his look says something along the lines of: "Hey it's your people who do that, not mine!"
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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 25, 2016 15:59:54 GMT -8
Len seemed thoroughly pleased by Nicolas agreeing with her, and that was enough to make her shed her embarrassment. Just in time to look at Camilla with a warm smile, and set down her water glass as she nodded eagerly.
"I feel the same way. And not just because our situations are similar. You seem to be two of the only sane, truly good people here, and I think we could use more friends." She looked at Nicolas, with an expression that said, 'Don't you agree?' They didn't really know many others, and having the friendship of a Medanese princess and her soon-to-be-husband would make things easier. Although all that paled in comparison to the fact that she genuinely liked Camilla.
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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 26, 2016 7:03:50 GMT -8
Soult's brow furrowed a bit as he took a further sip of wine and contemplated his response to her statement.
"Just because they enjoy gossiping and the trappings of nobility does not make them bad people. Vain? Certainly,but not bad. Several of them do right by their people in their own way, and several more do the best they can. In small groups they are much better, but in such a gathering as this...well, it tends to exacerbate their egos a bit. All part of the game at times."
He took another sip before continuing.
"But you two definitely seem like good people, and I should be honored to count you amongst my friends as well."
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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 27, 2016 19:08:34 GMT -8
"Not all of them are bad," she agreed, "The King, for instance, and his wife are good." She returned the silent argument from Blake with a shrug, her eyes dropping down to her belly and back as if to ask what choice did they have in this case? Her mouth curled into a sardonic smile, and she shifted in her seat. "Aye, friends then. Please do call me Camilla (Cah-mee-lah) if you wish."
She drained the glass of water and eyed her cousin, then, who was oddly not socializing much. She inwardly groaned, knowing who she had to greet next. She excused herself and went to approach Faisine, who first stood to curtsy, then hugged the Princess with genuine affection. This took Camilla off guard. They talked for several minutes, and then it was Camilla who hugged Fai. She then linked hands with the young lady and brought her to the rest of the group.
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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 29, 2016 12:20:55 GMT -8
Blake returned Camilla's nod. He liked the king, even if he was intimidated by the man. Though that was more his station than his character. The queen also seemed like a vibrant and friendly young woman.
"Er, yes your grace. You can call me friend."
He supposed it wasn't really a question, but damn if he didn't feel awkward either way. When Camilla gets up Blake follows trailing behind her like a guard dog. Or maybe a lost puppy. She was his only point of stability among the vultures of court.
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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 29, 2016 12:31:27 GMT -8
"There's a difference between being a good person and not being a bad person." Or that was her take on it, anyway. She smiled brilliantly at the confirmation of friends, and nodded firmly in response to Camilla's offer.
"Camilla it is, then, and I insist that you both call me Len, as all my friends do." She nodded when Camilla excused herself and Blake tagged along, then turned to Nicolas with a happy expression.
"At least now I'll have someone to be exasperated with in the future at things like this, when you have to go off and do manly things with the other men." Her tone was teasing, eyes sparkling.
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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 30, 2016 5:35:18 GMT -8
"You know, once we are married you will be expected to attend those events to cheer me on as my wife. Except for if I ever have to go to war. Then it is not expected of you to come with me."
He spoke with a glimmer in his eye and took another sip in an almost mischievous manner. Lord Soult was looking forward to the luncheon being over and getting some alone time with Eleniel before their responsibilities took hold once more.
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