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
|
Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Sept 6, 2016 16:02:22 GMT -8
First she introduced Fai to Blake, then dragged her to the king and introduced, THEN returned to the tale they were at.
"Everyone, this is my cousin, Lady Faisine." She said, indicating the woman with a nod. The younger woman gave a curtsy and a curious look, saying a soft "hello" to all. Camilla introduced the adults by name to the younger woman.
|
|
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
|
Post by Count Devrin Blake on Sept 6, 2016 16:35:26 GMT -8
Blake allowed himself to be dragged around by Camilla. Trying not to feel too awkward as he was. He still felt monstrously out of place at this gathering. A feeling that was magnified when Camilla introduced her cousin. Another reminder that she was from noble stock and he... Well he wasn't. Except now he was, it was all very confusing. So he smiled and he was polite as he could be.
|
|
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.
----------------------------
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.
----------------------------
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
|
Post by Eleniel Windsong on Sept 6, 2016 18:54:03 GMT -8
"I'll come, and I'll cheer you on, just don't expect me to sit around and titter and gossip." She wrinkled her nose at him, then turned to look at Camilla when the woman returned with a younger girl and introduced her. Inclining her head respectfully to the princess's cousin, she smiled politely in greeting.
"A pleasure to meet you, Lady Faisine. Did you come to Gauldin in search of of your cousin?" Her ears twitched and she tilted her head curiously as she sipped at her water.
|
|
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
|
Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Sept 7, 2016 11:31:54 GMT -8
"But then how will I know who snubbed who at the latest social gathering of nitwits if you don't tell me over dinner?"
Sarcasm dripped from his voice as he grinned at her, suggesting that he, of course, expected her to do know such thing, and instead could spend her time flicking chicken bones down the bodices of duchesses for all he cared. In fact, he would likely think that to be highly amusing. He paid the newcomer the exact appropriate amount of attention, unlike his brother Jacques, who seemed to be fairly well taken with her. The whistle was highly inappropriate as well, an act that earned Jacques a stomped foot, eliciting a curse from the Duke's brother.
"Pleasure to meet you Lady Faisine."
|
|
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
|
Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Sept 12, 2016 21:25:35 GMT -8
The young lady shrugged, "I didn't even know she yet lived until recently... But no, I came to find a place to settle myself down. I am a lady without a kingdom as much as she." But she wouldn't say that she was unwilling to help another kingdom get off the ground a few years passed, but had dirtied her dainty hands anyhow. Faisine nodded to all who greeted her, and Camilla observed silently, leaning into Blake without a thought.
"I am sure you didn't..." muttered Camilla under her breath, knowing how snooty the younger one was and not yet trusting that she had changed her ways.
|
|
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
|
Post by Count Devrin Blake on Sept 14, 2016 9:49:02 GMT -8
As Camilla leaned into him Blake slipped an arm around her waist. Just as her lean was, this is a subconscious motion. She was his only point of stability in this environment, as well as the woman he loved. Holding her close came as naturally as breathing. Though he still keeps his mouth shut. The normally brash captain had never been quite so far out of his depth as he was now. He'd be quiet until he had his feet under himself.
|
|
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.
----------------------------
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.
----------------------------
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
|
Post by Eleniel Windsong on Sept 14, 2016 10:21:35 GMT -8
Nicolas was given a dryly amused look at his comment, then her attention swiveled back to Faisine. A look of understanding crossed her features as she nodded. She didn't know what it was like to be noble, but being a person without a home and wanting to settle down was something she knew quite well.
"Well then it's fortunate that you met your lady cousin here. Quite the happy accident." Family was something to be treasured, because you never knew when you would lose it. That thought made her reach out and grasp Nicolas's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.
|
|
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
|
Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Sept 16, 2016 14:16:49 GMT -8
"Indeed, it is a very happy accident." He said with a hint of suspicion in his voice.
What were the odds that she ended up at the exact same party? The world, and for that matter, Gauldin, were huge places. She seemed a bit too harmless for it to be for sinister reasons, but still, she had to have some sort of agenda for it. She seemed like that type.
|
|
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
|
Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Sept 16, 2016 18:49:34 GMT -8
Camilla seemed to be a little more reserved when it came to Fai, stiffer. Blake would be ale to feel how ridged she was around the young lady. Fai gave a half smile, "I hadn't seen my dear cousin since we were children, and I was sad to hear of all she has gone through..." She sounded sincere, at least, as she gave a look of sympathy toward the woman in question. "Yes, because apparently the whole world knows all of what happened except for me," muttered Camilla with an understandable note of bitterness in her tone and her eyes growing slightly cold. "Even my dear cousin who has been out of my life for many years. Why, I am so happy to know the whole world knows." It was said quietly enough that the younger one was oblivious to it being said, and perhaps everyone but Blake might miss it.
(Will leave it up to the individual player if they heard, not opposed to them catching what she said. Also, sorry for delays, still getting over pneumonia.)
|
|
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
|
Post by Count Devrin Blake on Sept 17, 2016 6:09:57 GMT -8
Blake can feel Camilla tense against him. He knew it distressed Camilla, not knowing the entirety of what befell her. The events that brought her to the island he found her on were still fuzzy for her so far as he knew. He leans in to place a soft kiss to her temple. Absently running his hand up and down her arm. He whispers quietly in her ear so no one else can hear.
"It will be alright love. We will find out the truth of what happened."
|
|
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.
----------------------------
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.
----------------------------
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
|
Post by Eleniel Windsong on Sept 17, 2016 7:00:05 GMT -8
Quiet words around an Elf were not so quiet. A pointed ear twitched slightly as she picked up the words not meant to be heard. To her credit, she didn't show any sign of having heard them, except perhaps the slightest dimming of her smile. But then it was back full force as she tried to direct the conversation toward less unpleasant territory.
"So, you've chosen to settle in Gauldin then, Lady Faisine? I can't say I blame you. It's delightful here."
|
|
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
|
Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Sept 21, 2016 4:18:51 GMT -8
"Indeed it is! Even if it is a bit..."
He looked about him, waving his hand in the direction of the assembled noblemen and ladies.
"...foppish, at times."
|
|
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
|
Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Sept 21, 2016 18:55:12 GMT -8
Faisine replied with, "Foppish? I find it exciting," before casting a curious look to the now brooding cousin, "Are you not happy to be a princess again?" She gestured around her, "To have all of this again must be grand!"
Camilla had just about enough and cleared her throat, trying hard not to become snappish. "It's very crowded," she said with a drawl, "And I much prefer the country air."
|
|
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
|
Post by Count Devrin Blake on Sept 22, 2016 9:05:59 GMT -8
Blake moves his hands to Camilla's back. Running a soothing hand up and down her spine. She was getting tense and he was doing his best to comfort her. Even if it was not as effective as it could be seeing as he was quite tense. After a moment he says offhandedly.
"I'll admit I prefer the fresh air as well. I suppose it's a good thing we agree on that love."
|
|
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.
----------------------------
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.
----------------------------
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
|
Post by Eleniel Windsong on Sept 22, 2016 12:01:22 GMT -8
Len's eyebrows hitched up in surprise at the obvious tension in Camilla's form. Goodness, what in the world was going on here?
"Ah.. well, I can't disagree. I'm rather fond of the country myself. Though the city does have some benefits." She glanced somewhat helplessly at Nicolas. Awkward social situations were very much not her forte.
|
|
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
|
Post by Duke Nicolas Soult on Sept 24, 2016 18:37:12 GMT -8
Unfortunately they were not his thing either, and he returned her shrug with one of his own. He was now out of his league, and settled back in his chair to watch the interactions between the two Medanese noblewomen.
|
|
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
|
Post by Countess Camilla Blake on Sept 26, 2016 17:31:06 GMT -8
It was then that Fai stuck her foot ass deep into her own mouth by saying, "Oh, poppycock. You never were grateful for being royal. I would have loved being you!" Even though it wasn't intended as a slap in the face, one could see Camilla's eyes darken from caramel to dark chocolate and fists clenched tightly enough that knuckles went white. The statement had also caused all conversation to cease in mild shock and curiosity.
"Really..." Said the elder with a barely controlled voice... "I am so glad that you would be a dear and trade places with me back then... I am sure you would have enjoyed the attentions of a disgusting pig for a betrothed as he blackened your eye and tried to rape you... Or the madness of a father who obsessed over the loss of his heir and ruined the kingdom for it. Yea, I am sure you would love to be subject to the scrutiny of many nations as whispers about your involvement in the death of the kingdom that was built in the lands of your ancestors, and I am sure you would wish for your memory to be erased during that very time when everything is taken away from you... Just like that..." She snapped her fingers. Then she gestured widely to the courtiers in obvious disgust, "To have people who know -nothing- about you presume the worst of you because you are a fallen princess and therefor most worthy of mockery. I'm so glad for you that you have never learned humility, because you can blend right in with the whole lot of them and then say such things in front of them all. You can have my damned title, that's what you want, isn't it?"
Then she turned to the king and queen, "I am sorry for the many displays you've seen from me tonight, and I thank you for the invitation, but I clearly don't belong." She curtsied and then abruptly left, not waiting for anyone to follow, not even her beloved, for she wanted to be alone. She was beyond angry.
|
|
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
|
Post by King Renaux of Travére on Sept 26, 2016 18:17:13 GMT -8
The king looks up at Camilla's outburst. Unsure of the situation leading to it he is left mildly confused. Though based on what is said he concludes it was a callous comment said without thought. The princess leaves in a huff and Renaux eyes the rest gathered. There will be much talk of today's events no matter what he said or did now. So he makes his own excuses and takes his leave.
|
|
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
|
Post by Count Devrin Blake on Sept 26, 2016 18:19:46 GMT -8
Faisine words elicit an angry glare from Blake. Though it would easily be missed when compared to Camilla's triad. The newly minted count is not far behind his love. Getting up and stalking out with her. Not really bothered by how Camilla's anger is blinding her to the outside world. Faisine's words had been the height of callow selfishness. Spoken without thought for what she'd just suggested. He understands Camilla's anger and seeks only to support her. It was all he could really do.
|
|
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.
----------------------------
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.
----------------------------
Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 17, 2016 10:49:22 GMT -8
|
Post by Eleniel Windsong on Sept 26, 2016 20:24:03 GMT -8
Len's eyes widened, first at Faisine's careless comment, and then a touch further at Camilla's response. She watched the woman and her fiance leave, and then the king get up and leave. Goodness. Such drama in the aristocracy. The Elf's gaze turned to that of her lover, and she spoke quietly to Nicolas.
"..Since the king has left, does that mean we should go, too?"
|
|
