Gaspar
Established
The perfect butler.
Roleplay posts: 43 
Age: Appears 62, actually much older
Physical Description: The head of the servants of The Palace Des Ailes. Old but still strong this man is always impeccable dressed and groomed. With a clean shaven face, perfectly coiffed hair and a friendly smile.
Clothes and Equipment: What ever a gentleman might require.
Registered: Dec 7, 2015 16:47:15 GMT -8
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Post by Gaspar on Dec 11, 2015 17:35:07 GMT -8
Gaspar can already see where this is going, but is far too professional to reveal anything of what he is thinking show on his face.
"I imagine some would find it odd and distasteful, while others would find it charmingly multicultural, a few won't notice, and some will simply enjoy the good singing sir. To answer your next question yes the people who would find it distasteful are the same ones you have taken an active joy in deliberately antagonizing."
A butler always knows exactly what his master wants to know.
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Oct 31, 2024 16:08:13 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2015 17:36:22 GMT -8
Remelia's eyes widened in realization and then horror, her cheeks turning bright crimson. It was too late to try propriety now, she'd only make a greater fool of herself rushing to bow and scrape. He didn't seem too concerned, however, o maybe it could go unnoticed.
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Lord Requin of Bayonne
Committed
On a fox hunt
Roleplay posts: 55
Age: 21
Physical Description: Tall and almost devilishly handsome, enough so that rumors say he made a deal with demons for his looks. They're not true, though. It's all genetics and personal grooming. He has dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing fit for a man of his position, with heavily ornamented trim and fine silk. He carries around a knife, but it's not used very often.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 16:28:17 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Requin of Bayonne on Dec 11, 2015 17:48:06 GMT -8
Lord Requin walks out into the courtyard, curious as to the source of the singing. He sees Gaspar first, and waves.
"Hello, Gaspar. Do you know who was singing?"
A moment later, he notices Remelia.
"Ah, a...er...naga. Were you the one singing? It was quite lovely. I'm impressed."
As he looks up from Remelia, he sees the king. He bows, concealing his reluctance to do so.
"Good morning, your majesty."
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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 Dec 11, 2015 17:49:32 GMT -8
Renaux notices the Lamias distress and says voice half way between polite and amused.
"Yes I suppose I didn't properly introduce myself I am Renaux king of Gauldin, to whom do I have the pleasure of speaking."
Renaux has more or less already made up his mind on whether he will hire the Lamia but he has little enough to do today, if he does hire the Lamia it will actually be the only decision he has made on the wedding. When Requin enters Renaux shifts his eyes over to him, he barely knows the lord but Gaspar had forced him to memorize all the notabilities names so the king nods and smiles politely.
"Hello Lord Requin I was unaware you had already arrived."
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Oct 31, 2024 16:08:13 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2015 18:05:43 GMT -8
Remelia has to stifle a giggle, hiding a grin behind her hand. It would seem her song had called the flies to the honey, so to speak. "I am Remelia Octavia Agerelia Ikati Adelian, your majesty." She raises herself up high then dips into a bow, her serpentine figure forming an S curve. "Please, call me Remelia." She looks over at Lord Requin as she straighten up and smiles demurely at him, inclining her head. "And yes, I was the one singing, sir." She looks from one man to the other. "Thank you both for your kind words, I hope to entertain you further at the wedding." She coyly glances sidelong at the king and smiles politely, her eyes full of expectant eagerness.
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Lord Requin of Bayonne
Committed
On a fox hunt
Roleplay posts: 55
Age: 21
Physical Description: Tall and almost devilishly handsome, enough so that rumors say he made a deal with demons for his looks. They're not true, though. It's all genetics and personal grooming. He has dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing fit for a man of his position, with heavily ornamented trim and fine silk. He carries around a knife, but it's not used very often.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 16:28:17 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Requin of Bayonne on Dec 11, 2015 18:15:16 GMT -8
Lord Requin smiles at the snake girl. It would be nice to have her sing at the wedding. It would almost make up for the fact that the king was getting Lady Valois for his own.
"I hope you can, Remelia. I'd love to hear you sing more, and I'm sure you'd be a hit. I'm Lord Vin Requin, by the way."
With a smooth, practiced motion, Lord Requin takes her hand and kisses it gently.
"Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Remelia."
Turning, Lord Requin addresses the king. He should have done this first, but whatever.
"Yes, your majesty. I arrived last night. Congratulations on your engagement. Your bride is lovely."
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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 Dec 11, 2015 18:29:07 GMT -8
Renaux eyes Requin if he is offended by the younger lord addressing the snake first or aware of the lord dislike of him he doesn't show it. He then smiles and says with a laugh.
"No need to be so formal Requin, Renaux is just fine and I thank you for your kind words. I trust you found the palace staff accommodating on your arrival."
He next address Remelia his voice still filled with the good cheer it had when he spoke to Requin.
"Well with the approval of the governor of Bayonné, and my own I don't see how anyone could complain if I hired you to perform at the wedding. The song you sang was quite lovely, I think it would fit the festivities well. It was a love song but with of a bit of a bitter sweet undertone fitting for this wedding I think."
Renaux smile doesn't fade or drop an inch though the last thing he says may seem a bit odd.
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Lord Requin of Bayonne
Committed
On a fox hunt
Roleplay posts: 55
Age: 21
Physical Description: Tall and almost devilishly handsome, enough so that rumors say he made a deal with demons for his looks. They're not true, though. It's all genetics and personal grooming. He has dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing fit for a man of his position, with heavily ornamented trim and fine silk. He carries around a knife, but it's not used very often.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 16:28:17 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Requin of Bayonne on Dec 11, 2015 20:33:25 GMT -8
Lord Requin doesn't blink at Renaux's strange statement. He's bound to say strange things, after all. He is under quite a bit of stress, after all.
"Thank you...Renaux. You honor me."
He bows once again, then turns back to Remelia.
"So, miss. Where are you from? I haven't seen one of your kind before. And where did you learn to sing like that, your voice is better than any one of the thousands of wannabe sopranos in the Bayonne Conservatory."
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Oct 31, 2024 16:08:13 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2015 22:06:53 GMT -8
"Then I shall endeavor to sing only the sweetest songs so that the coming years of your union are blessed with happiness and many fat children." Remelia promises to the king with a comforting smile. "If I have your leave, your majesty, I would be only too delighted to bore Lord Requin with my humble story." She glances over at the man and smiles with teasing coyness.
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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 Dec 11, 2015 22:25:25 GMT -8
Renaux gives Remelia a bemused look a says with a laugh.
"You don't need my permission to bore Lord Requin. Why I may even stay and listen its not like I have anything better to do, right Gaspar?"
Renaux looks to his butler his grin wicked eye sparkling with amusement.
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Gaspar
Established
The perfect butler.
Roleplay posts: 43
Age: Appears 62, actually much older
Physical Description: The head of the servants of The Palace Des Ailes. Old but still strong this man is always impeccable dressed and groomed. With a clean shaven face, perfectly coiffed hair and a friendly smile.
Clothes and Equipment: What ever a gentleman might require.
Registered: Dec 7, 2015 16:47:15 GMT -8
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Post by Gaspar on Dec 11, 2015 22:29:52 GMT -8
The butler as impassive as always replies.
"You most certainly have better things to do sire. But none of which you would prefer to do which is what you were really asking me. I however can longer tarry here and must depart."
Gaspar bows produces a piece of paper which he hands to Remelia it lists a price she will be payed for her performance as well as where, when, and who she needs to report to and an inn where a room has been arranged for her. He then whisks out of the courtyard.
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Lord Requin of Bayonne
Committed
On a fox hunt
Roleplay posts: 55
Age: 21
Physical Description: Tall and almost devilishly handsome, enough so that rumors say he made a deal with demons for his looks. They're not true, though. It's all genetics and personal grooming. He has dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing fit for a man of his position, with heavily ornamented trim and fine silk. He carries around a knife, but it's not used very often.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 16:28:17 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Requin of Bayonne on Dec 11, 2015 22:58:39 GMT -8
Lord Requin grins down at the slithery singer.
"Go ahead and bore me. I'm sure that you'll find that I don't bore easily. Many hours of paperwork and writing reports does that to a man. Although not everyone knows about that."
He shoots a quick glance at Renaux.
"So go ahead, Remelia. I'd love to hear it."
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Oct 31, 2024 16:08:13 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2015 9:20:58 GMT -8
Remelia takes the paper from the man, not sure when he got the chance to write it up, maybe he wrote it up ahead of time in case he did decide to hire her. She mentally dismissed the question and slipped the paper into a fold in her robe, not wanting to seem churlish by inspecting the price.
"Very well, gentlemen, you'll have to forgive me if the story disappoints you though." She cautioned, coiling up on herself to settle in comfortably.
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Lord Requin of Bayonne
Committed
On a fox hunt
Roleplay posts: 55
Age: 21
Physical Description: Tall and almost devilishly handsome, enough so that rumors say he made a deal with demons for his looks. They're not true, though. It's all genetics and personal grooming. He has dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing fit for a man of his position, with heavily ornamented trim and fine silk. He carries around a knife, but it's not used very often.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 16:28:17 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Requin of Bayonne on Dec 12, 2015 9:48:46 GMT -8
Requin glances around at the courtyard.
"It's a bit chilly out here, Remelia. How about we go inside to hear your story? Perhaps over breakfast and a few drinks? Somewhere where we can all sit down and relax."
He glances again at Renaux.
"If our king here would like that, of course."
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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 Dec 12, 2015 10:04:38 GMT -8
Renaux had caught Requins earlier accusatory look and had been trying to figure out what he had done to offend the Lord. He hadn't come up with anything and blink slowly at Requins request his mind catching up with the conversation. He nods his head and say's neutrally.
"I've already eaten but if you two would like refreshment and a warmer locale that can be arranged."
He pushes off the wall and leads them deeper into the magnificent palace. Eventually he chooses a side parlor with a roaring fire and he sits in a large plush chair. Moments after entering a wide selection of foods are brought in for the kings two guests.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2015 10:19:59 GMT -8
Remelia smiles at Lord Requin, oblivious of the tenin passing between the two men. "Warmth would be lovely." she comments. "You mammals pick some rather cold places to settle." She grins to how that no offense was intended by the comment. Following the king, which places her next to Lord Requin, she comments. "I'm from a much warmer clime north of what remains of Solaria."
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Lord Requin of Bayonne
Committed
On a fox hunt
Roleplay posts: 55
Age: 21
Physical Description: Tall and almost devilishly handsome, enough so that rumors say he made a deal with demons for his looks. They're not true, though. It's all genetics and personal grooming. He has dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing fit for a man of his position, with heavily ornamented trim and fine silk. He carries around a knife, but it's not used very often.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 16:28:17 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Requin of Bayonne on Dec 12, 2015 10:25:58 GMT -8
Lord Requin gives Remelia a rather strange look at the mammals comment. Sure she's got a snake's body, but she's certainly got some very...mammalian features. He follows the king into the parlor and sits down, picking up a croissant and biting into it. Even if the king is incompetent, his cooks are very skilled.
"Very well, Remelia. Let's hear your tale. We're both curious."
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Roleplay posts: 0
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2015 11:05:03 GMT -8
Remelia eyes the food cautiously, looking around for some meat, plants and especially grains are hard for lamias to digest. "If you insist." She says with a light laugh. "I'm from a small lamian tribe on the edge of a desert. When I was twelve my mother, the clan matriarch, died and I left shortly after." She doesn't add that she left because tribal tradition ditactes that the females of a lamian tribe fight to the death in the aftermath of a amatriarch's death. "Twelve is not nearly o outlandish as it may sound," She hastens to add. "Lamias reach their emotional maturity at age 13."
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Lord Requin of Bayonne
Committed
On a fox hunt
Roleplay posts: 55
Age: 21
Physical Description: Tall and almost devilishly handsome, enough so that rumors say he made a deal with demons for his looks. They're not true, though. It's all genetics and personal grooming. He has dark hair.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothing fit for a man of his position, with heavily ornamented trim and fine silk. He carries around a knife, but it's not used very often.
Registered: Dec 6, 2015 16:28:17 GMT -8
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Post by Lord Requin of Bayonne on Dec 12, 2015 11:10:32 GMT -8
Requin nods.
"I see. Hmm...but where did you learn to sing? Did you learn by yourself? Find a tutor? I've never heard anything quite like it."
He wonders how old Remelia is, but doesn't ask. You just don't ask a lady her age. It isn't right. And he doesn't want to be strangled to death by a snake.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2015 11:20:33 GMT -8
"My music is self-taught." She replies, preening a bit at the compliment. "I have a natural talent, most lamia have such a talent..." She shrugs, dismissing her own talents as a product of birth. "I started singing in taverns, of course, bawdy songs sung to drunkards. Fun for a while, but singing to nobility is much more comfortable."
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