Hansel von Dietzhoff
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𝕯𝖆 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖒 𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊
Roleplay posts: 400 
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
Registered: Aug 30, 2016 13:29:47 GMT -8
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Oct 10, 2016 9:25:23 GMT -8
Had he redeemed himself? Was he free to go, his obligation done? But... it was not considering what he did to her, what a horrible person he was. Yes, he had brought the armour and other things to her, but his newest sins, they made him think more and more. Blessed are those who mourn for they shall be comforted. He sure as hell failed his faith on that one. How could he be so stupid, how could he call himself a holy person after that? When other healers were called for he slowly stood up. "C-can I go now? May I go? Should I go?" he managed. He looked at the barely alive woman in front of him, his face trembling as more and more tears went down his cheeks, some falling all over the place. He could not leave her at this time of need, he could not just abandon her. But could he be with her at this time? If she woke up and saw him, how would she react? Would it only make her try to do so again? Or would it be for the better. For the second time, the indecision was tearing him apart. He had no experience with this, with the only similar he had situation ending in death of the woman. He stared at perhaps the worst thing he ever did. "I am so sorry...."
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Queen Arianne
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The Queen of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 217 
Age: Twenty
Physical Description: Arianne is plump in her bosom, with a little waist and a flare of hips. Because she is active, she is well toned with sleek musculature in her stomach and arms, and her long legs are finely made. She has flowing red hair and thick-lashed blue eyes. She has smooth strawberries-and-creme skin dappled with freckles. Her face is always active with some emotion or another. | JUST HAD A BABY!
Clothes and Equipment: Arianne wears finely made adventuring clothing. Although she has grown up considerably since her marriage, she still enjoys the finer things, so her leathers are always tailored to her gorgeous frame and feminine to boot. She has a sabre, a shortsword, and a dagger usually upon her.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 14:59:45 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Arianne on Oct 10, 2016 9:58:14 GMT -8
Guilt and panic began to build even more steadily in Arianne. Oh, she should have SEEN that Genevieve would do something like this! She was so selfish, wrapped up in her own happiness... Renaux must have seen the way she was fretting, the pain and the wild worry in her blue eyes. He told her to go with Genevieve, and she did, pushing her way through until she could hold Genevieve's other hand in her own. She was beginning to cry, now, too, tears dropping over her cheeks as she looked at her dearest and only sister laid out on the stretcher. "Do whatever you can. We will pay whatever we must. She cannot die," Arianne said, looking to the doctor, to Hansel von Dietzhoff and to the other healers. "Hurry!" She commanded. She did not notice the Komtur of the Order that had come into the courtyard. King Renaux of Travére would unfortunately have to deal with that on her own. Arianne stayed beside her sister as they hurriedly brought her into the palace and into Genevieve's old bedchamber. She barely registered the young man that was near Genevieve's wounded side. Her entire focus was on how pale Genevieve seemed to be. How corpse-like she already was. |
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Lady Genevieve St. James
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Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on Oct 10, 2016 10:01:55 GMT -8
The doctor was not going to argue with the king, even if he thought that having 'too many hens in the henhouse' was a bad idea. His main focus was on Genevieve, and the lack of will he suspected she had. "No, lad," the doctor said. "Keep those runes on her wrist while we take her inside." He nodded to the Queen, who was also another body that was going to make itself a nuisance while they tried to work and heal and keep the sister from dying. Arianne's words now made it seem like all of the healers might lose their heads (or worse) if Lady Genevieve died. "Our priority is on saving Lady Genevieve," the doctor muttered to Hansel von Dietzhoff as they rushed through the grandiose halls and corridors of the palace and finally into an ornate, but fresh and clean bedroom where Genevieve was laid carefully on the bed. "She has lost blood, and she has lost faith in living. We must restore it. It is your sworn duty as an Angelist, isn't it? SAVE HER." And then the doctor moved away from Hansel's side to begin ordering the other healers around. She was stabilized, but now they had to create and replicate living blood cells -- both red and white -- and have Genevieve's unwilling body accept the new blood and the new tissues. To make Genevieve's spirit whole again was an entirely different matter that could not be solved by the arcane -- but by the spiritual. |
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Hansel von Dietzhoff
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𝕯𝖆 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖒 𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊
Roleplay posts: 400
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
Registered: Aug 30, 2016 13:29:47 GMT -8
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Oct 10, 2016 11:59:51 GMT -8
"She... she won't die, not from this wound anyway." He said, as reassuringly as possible while maintaining the suggestion that she may wound herself several times more. He listened to the voice of the Doctor, it carried similar authority to the Drill Sergeants of his youth. He would keep the Holy stream of power on her hand. It could seal fatal wounds in seconds but her own magics were giving him trouble. "I... I fear I cannot do that, her family must. My presence only lead to this. Oh gods I am so sorry...."
He would continue the healing, stuttering as he tried to occasionally say something. After a while, he resolved to shut up, and speak when spoken to.
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King Renaux of Travére
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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 Oct 11, 2016 9:48:54 GMT -8
The knight is met by a guard, despite the flurry of chaos in the garden order was still being maintained at the gates. The guard eyes the man and is about to speak when Gaspar appears. The impeccable butler eyes the knight and speaks simply. "The king is regrettably indisposed. If you would like to schedule an appointment that can be arranged. I would ask that you provide your name, identify the organization you represent, and provide me with an address at which you can be reached. You will be contacted with an appointment time at his majesties earliest convenience." The butler waits expectantly for this information to be provided. -------------------------------------- Within the courtyard, Renaux has taken his son into his arms. The babe is unsure what is happening, but he can sense that his mother and many others are upset, so he cries. The king gently rocks Voltaire in his arms and whispers non-sensical comforting words in the babes ear. His efforts are met with moderate success as the babe is still upset, but he is at least no longer wailing his lungs out. With this feat accomplished Renaux takes the babe inside, trusting Gaspar to organize the care of Genevieve. The king also makes a not to find out what in the name of the sky happened. He remember Arianne touching on something before they left for their picnic yesterday, but he couldn't remember what it was. |
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Queen Arianne
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The Queen of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 217
Age: Twenty
Physical Description: Arianne is plump in her bosom, with a little waist and a flare of hips. Because she is active, she is well toned with sleek musculature in her stomach and arms, and her long legs are finely made. She has flowing red hair and thick-lashed blue eyes. She has smooth strawberries-and-creme skin dappled with freckles. Her face is always active with some emotion or another. | JUST HAD A BABY!
Clothes and Equipment: Arianne wears finely made adventuring clothing. Although she has grown up considerably since her marriage, she still enjoys the finer things, so her leathers are always tailored to her gorgeous frame and feminine to boot. She has a sabre, a shortsword, and a dagger usually upon her.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 14:59:45 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Arianne on Oct 11, 2016 13:01:40 GMT -8
 Genevieve's Bedroom at the Palace
Once they had carried Genevieve to her bedroom -- that was still decorated as Arianne remembered her, feminine, elegant, and warm -- the Queen of Gauldin had to fall away. Of course, guards were now in the room as well, to make sure that the Queen came to no harm, as well as her sister, and there two ladies in waiting that also wanted to be there -- but mostly, it was for the gossip.
All of the commotion and all of the panic was beginning to wear on Arianne. She paced back and forth over the ornate, wood floor, her gaze ahead of her and barely seeing the hand-painted, silk wallpaper or the gold-gilded wood of each panel. She was listening to the way to the doctor was speaking to the boy, and how guilt-ridden the boy felt.
She paused on a dime when Hansel stated loudly that Genevieve would not die... from her wound at least. "What does that mean?" she asked, her tone demanding and hot. Her snapping blue eyes looked between the faces that stared back at her, the young queen clenching her fists and unclenching them. She stepped forward, the heels of her finely made boots snapping on the wood floor.
"What do you mean, she's not going to die of this wound? You say as it as if she will die of something else. What do you mean it is your fault? Tell me!"
Her ladies in waiting whispered between themselves behind her, the healers were confused and still didn't understand the situation. It was a riot in this bedroom, especially as the court that stayed in the Palace at Travere caught wind of the scandal and now began to find SOME reason to take a stroll down the wide corridor where Genevieve's bedroom could be found.
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Lady Genevieve St. James
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Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on Oct 11, 2016 13:18:30 GMT -8
 The Doctor / Healer Guy Person The way Hansel spoke to the doctor -- it caught Arianne's attention, and in a bad way. Genevieve was lying on the bed, and all of her was almost colorless now, even her hair more white than blonde, her skin the shade of a corpse. Her lashes were even white. And the feminine, colorful coverlet that was laid across the bed began to fade and lose its color too, starting from where she touched it and fanning out.
"Your Majesty," the doctor said. "He is overwrought by the condition in which he found the Lady Genevieve, and if I am honest, the sudden crowding of people in the lady's room is causing undue panic. I would ask most humbly that all but myself and another healer stay within the room." He bowed his head with his words to look as if he was asking for a request, although his words seemed to be militant.
"The young knight has done more than enough to help in rescuing the Lady Genevieve, and should be given reprieve."
It was the doctor's way of trying to get the young man -- who looked as if he'd faint at any moment -- a chance to escape. It was also the doctor's way of trying to get everyone to calm down and let him do his damn job. Genevieve was stablized, but he had work to do to keep her alive. He had a strong suspicion that the Lady Genevieve no longer wanted to live, and her heavy magicks was going to make it hard to save her... as well as...
"And, Your Majesty... I mean not to offend, but the Lady Genevieve's magic... it could effect you, my Queen, and others within the room. She is not pale only because of bloodloss, but I think, Your Majesty, if I may be so bold as to say, that Lady Genevieve's spirit has been wounded far worse than her body and she no longer wishes to live. It is causing everyone around her to slip into that same mindset, even the furniture..."
He gestured to the blanket and the velvet hangings and the gold inlay that had now become drab, as if bleached too far in the sun. "It may even be that she is subconsciously causing these feelings of guilt and grief, as I think Lady Genevieve herself might be suffering from these emotions as well. Please, let myself and one other stay with her. We can save her, but we must act now."
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Hansel von Dietzhoff
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𝕯𝖆 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖒 𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊
Roleplay posts: 400
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
Registered: Aug 30, 2016 13:29:47 GMT -8
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Oct 11, 2016 17:07:07 GMT -8
Arianne's personality irked him; that was a person who never had "no" said to them. That voice and the whining, and not taking the hint? Perhaps he was thinking of it wrong, but no matter what his distaste made him bolder and more confident. "Her wound was self inflicted is what I meant. She may try again, if someone doesn't give her the care she needs." With a huff he would move some of his hair away from his eyes and noticed just how horribly similar Genevieve's hair colour was becoming to his. She may have been healed, but... some things seemed to be worsening.
The way the healer's recommended reprieve worried him however. After all, if there was a reprieve, they must be accusing him of some crime! Did they know? No they couldn't, the healer's just had guesswork to go off of, yes he was safe. Now not looking so pathetic, he put on a more annoyed face. He would take off his remaining armour and most of his clothes except his pants and leather jerkin, bits of his wing branding on his back and his cross scar on his chest showing. Now revealed across his arm on Genevieve would be all sorts of religious or merely poetic verses in thick, serif script. He guilty looked at the largest one which he already muttered before. "Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted." He repeated.
When the Healer said that two people needed to remain, he turned to look at him, waiting for the man to clarify if that included Hansel.
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Queen Arianne
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The Queen of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 217
Age: Twenty
Physical Description: Arianne is plump in her bosom, with a little waist and a flare of hips. Because she is active, she is well toned with sleek musculature in her stomach and arms, and her long legs are finely made. She has flowing red hair and thick-lashed blue eyes. She has smooth strawberries-and-creme skin dappled with freckles. Her face is always active with some emotion or another. | JUST HAD A BABY!
Clothes and Equipment: Arianne wears finely made adventuring clothing. Although she has grown up considerably since her marriage, she still enjoys the finer things, so her leathers are always tailored to her gorgeous frame and feminine to boot. She has a sabre, a shortsword, and a dagger usually upon her.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 14:59:45 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Arianne on Oct 12, 2016 7:22:34 GMT -8
At Hansel's words, the young queen acted like she had been struck in the face, recoiling and stepping back.
Yes, it was Arianne's fault that Genevieve was in such a state. If only she had noticed the signs, perhaps Genevieve wouldn't have tried to slit her wrist open.
The ladies in waiting and other healers in the room gasped in shock at the way the young knight spoke to the queen of Gauldin, and Arianne snapped.
"OUT!" She commanded her ladies, she commanded the healers and the guards. "Not you," she said, pointing to Hansel, to the Doctor, and to one other Healer.
She said nothing after that, but instead went to Genevieve's side, down onto her knees. She reached out and laid a hand on Genevieve's ankle, her thumb idly rubbing over the material of the dark dress beneath it.
"I can't leave her. She's been alone for too long," Arianne said.
"Your Majesty," said the doctor quietly, relieved that the room had emptied, "it may prove dangerous to you... which may be dangerous to the Crown Prince."
Arianne was still, and then she leaned forward to kiss Genevieve's dress, sniffling a little. She stood and hastily wiped her cheeks.
"Inform me immediately of her condition. I will keep a maid and a page outside the door for as long as you are in here."
"Yes, Your Majesty," the Doctor said, bowing his head and elbowing Hansel to do the same, if only just to get on with business.
Arianne openly glared at Hansel as she left the room, casting one last guilty look at Genevieve before she stepped into the hall.
She didn't leave right away, as her ladies in waiting fluttered to her,but she held a hand out and told them to go. Arianne gave orders for a maid and a page, and then she sat down on an ornate chair in the hallway, leaned her head back, and breathed deeply so she wouldn't cry.
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Lady Genevieve St. James
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Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on Oct 12, 2016 7:27:38 GMT -8
As soon as the Queen left, the doctor looked at Hansel and shook his head. "The folly of youth. You had better watch your tone when speaking to the Queen," he advised, and then moved.
"All right now. She has lost blood and destroyed the tendons and muscles of that wrist. We can repair it, I'm sure, but her magic will make it all for naught, so we must find a way to halt or suspend it for now."
He got to work, as did the other Healer, a youngish man who was a recent graduate of the Academie Arcane.
"What if we were to wake her? Is it possible to speak her into good spirits again?"
Both healers looked at Hansel, waiting for his answer. He was the Angelist, after all. Shouldn't he be the one to grant salvation to the Lady Genevieve?
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King Renaux of Travére
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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 Oct 12, 2016 10:31:35 GMT -8
Shortly after Arianne exits the chambers Renaux comes down the corridor. He painted a slightly odd sight, the king in his military uniform of white and gold, crown of wings upon his brow, and a babe held against his shoulder a foal trailing at his legs. Things had gotten slightly away from Renaux, he'd gone to leave Voltaire in his nursery, but when he'd gone to set the babe down he'd cried and fussed. He'd tried to get someone to lead the foal away but that got the same reaction from Voltaire. Renaux's soft heart and tendency to spoil his child meant that he'd just kept both with him rather than upset the babe.
The king gives his queen a rather frazzled look, that quickly turns to one of concern. The mask of guilt, anger, and fear on her face concerns him greatly and it is made worse because he isn't sure what has happened. He remembers dimly Arianne mentioning something about Genevieve yesterday but things had been so busy he couldn't remember. He moves to his wife's side and he says quietly.
"My queen, tell me everything. Please."
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Hansel von Dietzhoff
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𝕯𝖆 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖒 𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊
Roleplay posts: 400
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
Registered: Aug 30, 2016 13:29:47 GMT -8
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Oct 12, 2016 13:08:19 GMT -8
When the healer elbowed him he looked Arianne up and down, tongue in his left cheek as he sized her up. Yes, not a day of work in that life. He snorted a little before doing what was more comparable to a twist of the neck than a bow, an amused grin on his face. When she glared at him however, he returned it with one of his own mile long stares. He considered raising a middle finger but that would not help the situation much. When the Doctor recommended to watch his tone he chuckled a little more. "I'll speak to them like I do with any other person in such a situation." When they spoke of stopping her magic from undoing their work, he turned a little more grim. "Can't... can't we just use anti-magic? Traditional medicine will work from here, will it not?"
He began to sweat a little, he was scared. "She... She consorted with some horrible entities, she rejected the greatest ever gift - one's life - which is an insult to any but the maddest of Gods. I... I'll do my best." He managed. Breathing heavily he added a thought. "If you wake her up and believe I should do it, I request you leave when she awakens."
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Queen Arianne
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The Queen of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 217
Age: Twenty
Physical Description: Arianne is plump in her bosom, with a little waist and a flare of hips. Because she is active, she is well toned with sleek musculature in her stomach and arms, and her long legs are finely made. She has flowing red hair and thick-lashed blue eyes. She has smooth strawberries-and-creme skin dappled with freckles. Her face is always active with some emotion or another. | JUST HAD A BABY!
Clothes and Equipment: Arianne wears finely made adventuring clothing. Although she has grown up considerably since her marriage, she still enjoys the finer things, so her leathers are always tailored to her gorgeous frame and feminine to boot. She has a sabre, a shortsword, and a dagger usually upon her.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 14:59:45 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Arianne on Oct 12, 2016 14:22:25 GMT -8
Tears fell from her cheeks regardless of her effort to not cry. She just felt so guilty, and so panicked that she'd lose Genevieve. Arianne had not been a very good sister lately, too wrapped up in her own happiness to make time for the misery in another's life.
She looked up at the odd sound of hooves in the hallway and hastily wiped her cheeks as she saw Renaux approaching, Voltaire in his arms and that ridiculous pegasus foal following behind. Arianne couldn't help a little smile and a laugh, which just resulted in Arianne crying a little bit more.
She shook her head. "It's Genevieve. She tried to kill herself, Renaux," she said, as she stood and moved toward her husband, wrapping her arms around his stomach and settling her cheek on his chest, her watery eyes open and looking at Voltaire cradled in his other arm. She sniffled again. "The doctor inside says that her magic is effecting everyone, making everyone feel as guilty and unworthy as she does. He said that its her own magic that might kill her."
Arianne closed her eyes tightly and took a moment to gather her strength, and her breath. She didn't want to fall to pieces right now. It would be selfish and stupid. She was the Queen of Gauldin, but she was also only eighteen. Her pregnancy hormones were still going whacko in her body as well. She'd given birth only 32 days ago!
"And there's an awful knight in there," she added on in an effort to keep things light so she could handle it all. "Let me see him," she said and reached for Voltaire after easing out of her husband's arms. She needed to hold someone soft and warm and dear to her heart.
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Lady Genevieve St. James
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Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on Oct 12, 2016 14:34:52 GMT -8
"She's not a person, she's a symbol, lad," the doctor said as he worked. "Any one that wears a crown is a symbol of that nation. It doesn't take much effort from you to show respect to it, especially when the woman's sister could have died."
Off they worked, until they heard Hansel's reluctance to have Genevieve awake. The other healer in the room frowned, his brows drawing together. "Of course we can't use anti-magic. We have to use magic to repair her tendons, otherwise she'll never be able to use her hands again, and then she really would be better off dead." The doctor glared at the healer, and the healer shut up and went back to his work. It was well known in Gauldin that Lady Genevieve was an enchanted seamstress.
But again, Hansel caught both the Doctor and the Healer's attention with his words. "Consorted...?" asked the Healer, and swallowed. "Horrible Entities? The Queen's sister sleeps with the Dark Arts?" This made the healer's work hesitate over the woman, his hands drawing back from where Genevieve laid in a seemingly eternal sleep in her blood-stained dress.
"No," the doctor barked suddenly. "That is not what the young knight meant," he said, "keep working. And keep your mouth shut," the doctor added to the young healer. The doctor looked at the knight, re-assessing him. "Perhaps it is best if the Lady's care remain with the Healer and I, lad."
He was trying to be kind. "Perhaps it was too much to ask you to heal her spirit as well. I'm sure we can come up with another alternative." But his tone of voice was genuinely doubtful. Still, there was already too much riding on the young knight's scarred shoulders.
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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 Oct 12, 2016 15:22:07 GMT -8
"Kill herself? But what about..."
As Renaux hands over Voltaire the memory clicks into place. Arianne had mentioned it as he'd be leaving the inn for the picnic, Genevieve's child Odette had died and very recently. Sky and damnation, no wonder she'd seemed so out of it at the baptism. How had he not been aware of this? That was a stupid question he'd been much as his wife, so blinded by his own happiness he'd not noticed the pain in front of him. Even though Arianne had told him what happened he'd shoved the information to one side in favor of his grand picnic plan. He felt like an utter ass.
The king draws his queen into the circle of his arms, kissing her gently upon the head. He needed her warmth just as much as she needed Voltaire's. He thinks over the words she said and how they might help. From what he remembered of Genevieve she was a life mage of some kind, able to imbue things with her essence. If she'd chosen to die then her magic must be working to accommodate her will, which means she needed a reason to live if they were to be successful. After a moment he whispers into Arianne's hair.
"I have an idea to help her, should the healers prove to be unable. But it's risky, I am not sure if we should do it."
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Hansel von Dietzhoff
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𝕯𝖆 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖒 𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊
Roleplay posts: 400
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
Registered: Aug 30, 2016 13:29:47 GMT -8
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Oct 12, 2016 18:59:18 GMT -8
Hans backed up defensively. He felt alone, surrounded by bad choices and people losing sympathy by the moment with no proper way out. He looked to the first healer and then to the other. "I'll do it." he said, a little more confidently. Repeating himself he continued. "I'll do it. It is simply that in our short time together, she told me some things which I would not be comfortable discussing openly without her sane consent, if you know what I mean. Let her rest and us heal the wrist for now. When she is ready, let her have a natural sleep, unaffected by us. When she wakes up like that she will be more open to suggestion, easier to speak to; to convince her life is worth living."
As he awaited their response, he paced about the room idly scratching at his false eye. Had he saved her? Had he done his duty as a Knight? Did he save (in his mind) the same person he failed to save all those years ago? Would she forgive him? His mind raced as he considered all these things, walking faster and faster each moment. |
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Queen Arianne
Dedicated
The Queen of Gauldin
Roleplay posts: 217
Age: Twenty
Physical Description: Arianne is plump in her bosom, with a little waist and a flare of hips. Because she is active, she is well toned with sleek musculature in her stomach and arms, and her long legs are finely made. She has flowing red hair and thick-lashed blue eyes. She has smooth strawberries-and-creme skin dappled with freckles. Her face is always active with some emotion or another. | JUST HAD A BABY!
Clothes and Equipment: Arianne wears finely made adventuring clothing. Although she has grown up considerably since her marriage, she still enjoys the finer things, so her leathers are always tailored to her gorgeous frame and feminine to boot. She has a sabre, a shortsword, and a dagger usually upon her.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 14:59:45 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Arianne on Oct 12, 2016 19:45:42 GMT -8
She cuddled her baby to her, bowing her head to take in the fresh scent of him, to better feel Voltaire's warmth. And as the young, temperamental redhead queen held her son, her bold, dark haired king held her. It was a comfort she needed amidst all the terrible feelings building in her heart.
She opened her eyes and looked at the close door that led to Genevieve's room. She could hear nothing, see nothing. Skies above, she hoped that her sister would live... and want to live.
When Renaux spoke, she eased back a little and lifted her head. Her eyes were no longer crying, but they were glassy and slightly red rimmed. Even her nose was a little red. Even so, her expression was sharp and aware.
"What do you mean?" She asked Renaux. "What do you suggest?"
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Lady Genevieve St. James
Dedicated
Enchantress & Entrepreneur
Roleplay posts: 489
Age: mid-30s.
Physical Description: Her hair is sunshine gold, her skin is peaches and creme, and her eyes are periwinkle, sometimes lilac, sometimes blue. She has a comely body that is not too curvy and not too slim, and a height that is not too tall and not too petite. A beauty mark marks her cheek just below her left eye.
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Clothes and Equipment: Genevieve is always clothed handsomely, although not ornately, and uses good fabrics for her well-fit and well-made clothes. She wears a long necklace, the thin golden chain easily visible but the pendant itself is usually tucked beneath her bodice, unseen. In the well-hidden pockets of the full skirts of her gowns, she usually has odds and ends hidden away.
Allegiances: Isra, Aozora, Gauldin
Registered: Nov 28, 2015 11:03:51 GMT -8
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Post by Lady Genevieve St. James on Oct 12, 2016 20:01:20 GMT -8
The Doctor was inwardly pleased, and proud, of Hansel's choice. He nodded his head.
"Then that is what we shall do." He stepped beside the healer, and together they carefully thread their spells of differing design to piece Genevieve's ruined wrist back together.
It took longer than usual, as Genevieve's magic did, indeed, inhibit them, but as they worked against it the doctor came to realize that her magic was almost subconscious, and most certainly wasn't controlled. It piqued his curiosity, and were circumstances different, he would have liked to have studied Genevieve more closely, but now was not the time Or the place.
When it seemed as if they had done all they could do, the doctor stepped toward the door and asked for the maid, quickly ducking inside so that he would not have to speak to the King and Queen and... the Pegasus... in the hall with them.
"Clean her and change her," the doctor said quietly, and the maid went to do that while the other men looked away. Hopefully. If they did glance in Genevieve's direction, they would not find a body to seduce, but a body to pity. She was gaunt, practically skin and bones, thin to a point of being unhealthy, yet not so that she could be likened to a poorly treated slave.
The doctor spoke quietly to Hansel. "What you did today was nothing short of heroic, son," he said in his quiet, strong, and faintly military way of his. "Wherever your father and mother are, I believe they would be proud. It takes a different kind of courage to face a situation like this than it does to go on a battlefield. Not many men can do it." The doctor clapped Hansel on the shoulder. "If you ever need a place to stay or a meal to eat, you can find one at my home. I am Doctor Verliont (vayr-lee-onn)."
With that, he gestured for the healer and the maid to exit with him, leaving the sleeping Genevieve with the knight. Alone, as Hansel requested.
Once in the hall, the doctor looked at the worried King and Queen, and he bowed. "Your Majesties," he said to them both. "Lady Genevieve is sleeping. We have repaired her wrist, but I am afraid the battle is not yet entirely won. Her body is mended, but her spirit is not, and her magic is still deeply effecting that which is near her. It is my advice that only those of strong will go near her. The knight is still inside, and I believe that he will be important in coaxing Lady Genevieve back to the living. If you have no more need of me, I would like to go home."
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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 Oct 12, 2016 20:44:55 GMT -8
Renaux looks down into Arianne's eyes then his gaze drifts to Voltaire. The babe was happy, content in the company of his parents every vestige of his earlier worry gone. It was so simple for a child, it had sense something was wrong and had made a fuss until his parents came and put things right. Could Renaux really risk something so precious? If it meant saving Genevieve's life could he not?
Swallowing Renaux opens his mouth to speak his plan. He is interrupted by the healer who gives them an update on Genevieve's condition. Nodding the king turns his attention back to the matter at hand. He whispers his plan to his queen, his eyes never straying from the babe.
"From the sounds of it, your sister needs a reason to live if she is to make it through this. This young knight may be able to do it, though I don't know how. Perhaps with words of faith or repentance. But if he fails... Perhaps if we bring Genevieve Voltaire, let your sister hold the babe. Let her know that there is a little light in this world that she can live for... It might help bring her out of her darkness."
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Hansel von Dietzhoff
Dedicated
𝕯𝖆 𝕻𝖆𝖈𝖊𝖒 𝕯𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖊
Roleplay posts: 400
Age: 17
Physical Description: Quite tall at 6'1, Hansel has a pale complexion coupled with nearly white blonde hair and a set of heterochromatic eyes. His boyish features are well defined but covered in many small scars. The young man's frame is best described as sinewy with significant muscle placed upon a relatively thin body. Across his body one would find many cosmetics scars, brands and a few tattoos be it of scripture or strange tribal symbolism. However most noticeable are the two large wings on either shoulder blade, and the cross on his chest and back crossing his breast from stomach to neck.
Clothes and Equipment: Typically Hans will wear a bodyglove of buunvar leather, over which is blessed chainmail and plate. His preferred weapon is a moderately sized Executioner's sword of Hagbane silver with the end rounded and sharpened to at least pierce flesh. However for sidearms he carries a powerful longbow and an ensemble of Holy falchion and dagger.
The lad also will usually possess a mount; either a blessed horse, pegasus or hyppogryph. The beast will always carry heavy barding and bears a lance and kite shield for its rider.
Registered: Aug 30, 2016 13:29:47 GMT -8
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Post by Hansel von Dietzhoff on Oct 13, 2016 5:52:11 GMT -8
Hans appreciated the words of the Healer but now was not the time. He nodded, a forced smile of appreciation on his face. He wouldn't look away when Genevieve was indecent but he would not look either, simply staring out the window thoughtfully. He wouldn't really care for what was in his peripheral vision anyway. While he wasn't stupid enough to take a chastity vow, taking one would change nothing about his already puritanical outlook on life anyway. He would lock the window when only a tiny crack was left open leaving a swift stream of wind to keep the room full of fresh air but removing the possibility of her jumping out.
For now, he would pull up a chair beside the bed and sit with his head in his hands, a show of shame. After a little while he would once again lean over to whisper in her ear; he knew not if she consciously hear him but he hoped some of his words would get to her. "Forgive me...." |
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