Arasmus is a Magister, and holds every Grimoire that is currently available--therefore his max Grimoire level is Grimoire Epsilon.
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"One day, the world will worship me."
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Blutsauger
132 Yrs
Impoverished
Single
Left Hand
Walking Staff
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Vee
Sept 23, 2018 12:49:37 GMT -5
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Jul 15, 2018 15:43:44 GMT -5
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Post by Arasmus Nyler on Jul 26, 2018 20:32:00 GMT -5
This thread is open to ALL of the site. It is a festival that is held yearly, and while it is no longer pertinent to the non-magic population, the magic population holds it yearly, without fail. The basis for the Festival of Mythos, is that twenty years ago it was held in magic-users honor, to offer appreciation for everything they did. Now, it is held as a reminder to the magic users, that they will someday hold power again--have equality.
RULES: - ALL characters are welcome. Please note for magic users, Arasmus has taken into account that non-magic may be among them, and therefore his brother has given every single magic user an implement of disguise. This implement can be whatever the user wants it to be, but it appears totally mundane. All magic users now have one disguise implement that can be added to their inventories.
- No post order. Just remember when you are interacting with somebody, tag them so that they are notified.
- Display magic at your own risk. You never know who will be watching.
- If you lose interest, or feel overwhelmed, simply post your character leaving the event. It's no fun to keep people waiting!
- This event will end on August 9th. (:
Arasmus had to ensure the perimeter was secure, as he ushered his children from the compound in the most roundabout manner he could find. His children set everything up, eager. It was like celebrating their birthdays--well, to be fair it was a few of their birthdays. But that was not what this event was about. This event was to show the magical community that they still had hope.
A series of spells had sent off an ethereal messenger throughout the magic communities, and through word of mouth, people knew to show up around sundown. Everyone had a way to disguise themselves, and those without their wrists marked had no need for a disguise, but would still receive the implement. Eloise St. Germaine was disguised by Arasmus himself, he would maintain the spell throughout the entirety of the event. Arasmus had his arm snugly around Eloise's waist, murmuring in her ear quietly, "I hope you enjoy this, you were so young when the last festival happened." He'd gotten her a new gown for the event, and any magic user could see through his spell; that had been done deliberately to ensure that nobody would try to touch his girl.
He gestured for her to peer at the stars, a sly grin on his lips. "That constellation there..." He slipped into a quiet murmur, telling her stories about the stars, as the festival truly began. There were booths, magical items being sold openly though they were all crafted to appear to be normal objects. Wine, and various other drinks and food were available.
The children were running around laughing and playing, Tifeki village was used to this--they were not going to fault a group of magic-lovers, no matter what the Crown thought. It was not breaking the law, allowing the magic-lovers to have their festival. Eventually, music hit the air as some artists began to play, very soft--dance music.
Twinkling lights had been set up in the trees, all over the pier, and for now... things were peaceful. Arasmus released Eloise, humming thoughtfully as he scooped up one child, "This is our heritage, you know. Your heritage." He nodded, solemnly. "Isn't it pretty?" Everything was fairly natural, not too many decorations. A large amount of wood was set within a small rowboat, that would later be lit on fire.
"Tell me the story, Papa."
Arasmus chuckled and moved to sit where he stood, resting against a stump that had been cut earlier in the day. "Before the Crown disregarded Magic, we were Gods--worshiped and renown throughout the kingdom. The entire island held this festival, all over you could see bonfires, lanterns enter the sky." He adjusted the little girl, gazing up at Eloise for a moment. "They were asking us to continue to help them, to continue to keep the kingdom strong. So we did." He tightened his hold on the child. "But you see, when they decided to fear us, and release the cyborgs..."
He drifted into silence, studying those who were entering. "Go play," he murmured, pushing the girl. He was not willing to admit that today was the anniversary of the Massacre. If he did that... it would only make the day sad, and he wanted his children to enjoy themselves. He wanted to see his community come together.
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1 Neophyte Grimoire
1 Wand desguised as a tattoo on right wrist.
1 Draft/Quarter mix horse
1 Disguise Item that changes his appearance to a beautiful woman.
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Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.
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Lycanthrope
60 Yrs
Middle Class
Single
Woodsman/Aspiring Author
Pointy Things
80 Bolts
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Aztec
Oct 18, 2018 16:35:30 GMT -5
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Jul 25, 2018 19:17:15 GMT -5
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Post by Raleigh Cooper on Jul 26, 2018 21:44:09 GMT -5
Well this was a truly amusing device he had here. He studied the item curiously, a set of leather and beads woven into a bracelet that he then wove into the black cloth on his wrist. He then looked at himself in a mirror in a booth sporting pretty dresses as a man called out him in. He offered him a pleasant smile, but did not approach as he admired himself in the mirror. Dang he looked good! He had been expecting a simply shift in appearances when given the disguise item. He certainly was not expecting this. He grinned at the beautiful form that stared back at him. He was no longer himself. He was no longer a he. But a she. A rather striking looking she indeed!The red dress she was wear was low cut also. He moved on, though he was loathed to leave the mirror, the night was young. What trouble could he get into with this form? She walked with an alluring, confident gate. Nothing close to the drunken steps he was known for. She smiled at those she passed. As she walked by the Arasmus Nyler she shot him a seductive smile before disappearing into the crowd. Gliding from shop to shop as she inspected the wears. Quietly laughing and giggling to herself at the fun she was having. Especially in seeing how other reacted to her current appearance. Yes, this was most entertaining! 240 words |
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"A leader is a dealer in hope"
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Human
33 Yrs
Nobility
Single
Crowned PRincess
None
720 Bolts
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Grant
Dec 6, 2018 7:04:44 GMT -5
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Jul 15, 2018 18:07:40 GMT -5
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Post by Eloise St. Germaine on Jul 27, 2018 7:50:51 GMT -5
Eloise was curious about this festival. She had heard of it in her childhood but never attended for obvious reasons. Magic anything was a major no-no with her father. She wore a deep navy dress Arasmus had given her for the occasion, her hair pinned under a matching fascinator hat. What she did not realized was that part of the decor on the hat was an enchanted pin that hid her appearance to all but the magic users. To non-magic users, she appeared as a blonde woman with freckles - still beautiful, but certainly not the missing crowned princess. Her gloved hands rested in Arasmus' arm as he led her through the festival. "I never attended this festival even as a child. My father wouldn't let us." She informed him, rather surprised he thought her father would have allowed her to attend an event hosted by magic users. Eloise was attentive as he pointed out the various stars and consteallations to her. She'd never paid much attention to them before - the stars being rather difficult to see in the city. It was intriguing, the things he could see in the stars and stories he had to go with them. But she supposed it only was logical to try and make sense of all things, pinpricks of light in the night sky included. Eventually he turned his attention to one of the smaller children. To give credit where credit was due, Arasmus was a loving and doting father, just like her own had always been. But as Arasmus wove his story, the princess standing just to the side with her hands clasped in front of her, she frowned. "We were gods..."The arrogance of such a statement made her blood boil. In the months she had been captive, she had begun to feel sympathetic for these people. What happened to them was awful, atrocious...but Arasmus' words made her realize her father's strong actions were necessary. To think of oneself as a god, as above all things, known and unknown - for a trait one had on pure chance of heritage? Her family ruled because they worked for it, the sought justice, fairness, happiness for the people - but they never thought themselves above the realities of being a mortal creature. As the child skipped away she held Arasmus' gaze, her anger bright in her eyes. "You are no god, nor were you ever, nor shall you ever be; just a man of undeserved self-righteousness is all you are." She said sharply, her tone low with her anger. Then Eloise turned on her heel and started to walk away, not wishing to look upon him any more, so disgusted she was by his arrogance. Arasmus Nyler |
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"There's always another secret"
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Human
24 Yrs
Working Class
Single
Blacksmith
N/A
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Naming
Sept 5, 2018 6:40:00 GMT -5
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Jul 19, 2018 21:53:39 GMT -5
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Post by Maria Venture on Jul 29, 2018 1:24:54 GMT -5
Clad in a brand new dress specifically made for the event, Maria's arrival occurred quietly, without any sort of pomp or ceremony. Moving as quickly as her clothing would allow, the energetic redhead strolled towards the festival grounds rather eagerly, having pulled several paces ahead of the woman who was both her partner and company for the evening. She would stop only once she had intruded several metres past the perimeter, and was well and truly wrapped up in the festival's embrace. She felt a little out of place dressed in such fine clothing, which was so far beyond her normal means. Of course, even that simple fact did very little to curb Maria's enthusiasm as she looked around, drinking in all the new sights and sounds. Excitement danced just behind her eyes as she tried to take in everything, from the fairy lights to the ambient background music. Everything was just so pretty and so exotic and so new that she could barely contain herself. Just where was she meant to begin? As a regular human, Maria remained ignorant of the festival's true meaning. She would see the mages only for their disguises, and the magical trinkets being sold only for their outward appearances. Of course, that certainly wouldn't stop her from enjoying herself. I need to remember to thank Harlee later. She really is too good to meSpeaking of Harlee, Maria would quickly turn back the way she had come, eyes sweeping the crowd for any sign of her companion. As eager as she was to begin, she knew that everything would prove much more enjoyable while the two of them were together. In that instant, she felt some small twinge of regret at the way she had rushed on ahead. Hopefully Harlee hadn't fallen too far behind, and would end up joining her shortly. Harlee Sabrina |
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Being Awesome.. time after time
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Blutsauger
132 Yrs
Impoverished
Single
Second Hand (Unfortunately)
A walking cane
380 Bolts
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Ophelia
Aug 2, 2018 22:02:16 GMT -5
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Jul 25, 2018 11:48:40 GMT -5
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Post by Stephanos Nyler on Jul 29, 2018 10:21:37 GMT -5
The festival was a joy to some and mournful for others. It was a time to celebrate differences between everyone and yet, there was still a risk to be held. The magic community enjoyed this day like no other and therefore, most had decided to come. Even Stephanos, the grumpy brother of the bunch, had decided to make his own appearance, though not like himself. Today, he looked completely different, like an older man with grey flecks in his hair and wrinkles on his face. He looked wise in appearance, something which he was pleased with. He done well with his appearance, cane and all. Now, today the man had decided to join his brother and Princess on this outing, keeping a good distance away from them. He wanted to watch from afar than to intermingle with people that he knew. That is just how he was. Aloof, a figure who preferred to be alone compared to in groups. It was just how he was. However, while standing there and looking around at the scenery, his ears caught the words of his brother, causing him to turn his head sharply and set his gaze upon him. We were gods.. The words lingered within his ears and he bit his tongue, preventing him from saying anymore. Too bad for his own brother, it was the dear Princess who spoke up and let her mind be heard. Eyes quickly directed towards her, a brow raised in interest as he listened to her scolding towards his brother. If Stephanos would, he would of been chuckling right now with the amusement that was happening around him and yet, he stood there, stoned face and unwilling to speak up towards the cause. At least, that was for that moment. When the princess had turned and walked on her heels, he decided then that it was his to react. "No!" His voice boomed out and suddenly, he hurried after the Princess. Although crippled in one leg, he had learned to move pretty quickly, to react in a manner that no one would expect from him. RIght now, it was the Princess who needed to be dealt with, who needed to be stopped before something happened that they were not expecting. There was this fear in him that the cyborgs would come, would hunt each of them down and slaughter them. He had seen enough slaughter to last him his lifetime and he really did not want to see more. So as he reached her, he did something that he was certain his brother would not approve of but at least, he was controlling the situation somewhat. Reaching out a hand, he firmly grasped the Princess by the arm, trying to hold her in one place before moving forwards and placing himself before her, blocking her way. Then, in a somewhat polite yet mocking manner, he did a small bow while speaking to her. "Princess, I know my brother's words have offended you but please.." He straightened himself up, allowing himself to look at tall as possible. "Stay awhile, for you might miss some events that you would like to see. Do not allow his words to harm you. At times, I fear my brother does not know how to properly speak to some people." The last bit of words were somewhat hushed, trying to avoid his own brother from hearing them. He knew he would get scolded for such words but he was helping the cause, in the least likely way possible. With that being said, he nodded his head towards Arasmus, as though telling her that she was be be sitting by him.
(I was given permission by Grant to have Stephanos stop Eloise) Arasmus Nyler Eloise St. Germaine wc:608 |
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Steam powered pistol
Sabre
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The hunt continues
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Blutsauger
52 Yrs
Middle Class
Single
Civilian Sergeant
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Crooked
Aug 11, 2018 9:09:52 GMT -5
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Jul 29, 2018 15:03:50 GMT -5
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Post by Harlon Recklosh on Jul 29, 2018 23:19:33 GMT -5
If there was a large social gathering of any kind, it was a safe bet that Harlon would be in attendance. Even if said party had its roots in an outlawed magical tradition from a community that Harlon had personally had a hand in destroying, he’d be there. It was too good an opportunity to pass up for both personal and professional reasons. In his own life, the blutsauger would never risk missing a chance to come into contact with a large number of people. Though the sergeant wouldn’t admit this publicly, for fear of ridicule, he was a true believer that his other half, his Herz, was out there somewhere just waiting for him to find her. That meant that Harlon went to gatherings whenever he could on the off chance he’d get lucky. Besides, they were excellent opportunities to find partners for both food and more carnal desires. Though Harlon fed more frequently than most of his kind, his last meal had only been a week ago — which incidentally meant his enhanced abilities had ebbed enough that he could tolerate a large number of people — so there shouldn’t be any need for that. Of course, if someone stumbled along, well, Harlon wouldn’t say no. On a more serious note, as the man in charge of keeping the peace among the population, Harlon was going to the festival to make sure his soldiers prevented the event from spiraling out of control and to make sure any unsavory characters didn’t try to take advantage of the chaos to pull anything. There were always those who crept out of the shadows when the lights were turned on high. In addition, it always did his men and women good to see their sergeant out and about; it tended to improve morale for them to know that Harlon was there, especially on the outskirts that he wasn't able to visit as often as he'd like, and was willing to pitch in for any task, no matter how small or thankless. That was true and they knew it even if the sergeant was technically off-duty at the event. In fact, though he’d helped coordinate security for the actual celebration, he was free to do as he wished for the event itself: one of perks of being the boss was that he could give himself special dispensation to attend in his civilian capacity and not his sergeant capacity. Instead of the uniform he normally sported — the black pants and silver top somehow managed to look unflattering on everyone, even with the badge containing the royal symbols of the kingdom, primarily a condor rising with a sword and gun clutched in its talons over the right breast, and even when they had all the bars and stripes that Harlon’s had as befitted his station — he was dressed in a rather spiffy navy blue suit with a white shirt, dark brown bow tie, tan vest, and sharp brown shoes to complete the ensemble. No one would even suspect that he had a gun tucked away in the small of his back, the tailor had done his job so well. Going unarmed was foolish and the blutsauger was no idiot. Overall, Harlon had achieved his desired slightly dishevelled look, as he’d found that it went well with his appearance and tended to make people find him much more approachable and unsuspecting. That made it easier to sink his metaphorical and literal fangs in, though he only did that with willing partners. It wouldn’t do for the civilian sergeant to go about breaking the law. The final and probably most important reason for Harlon to be there today was simple: parties were fun. Meeting new people was always a joy even if they weren’t his Herz, and he enjoyed getting to know those who he was responsible for. While many in the army may have found his approach odd, Harlon was a firm believer that being liked made keeping the peace much easier. An open palm was always his first course of action though he wouldn’t hesitate to swing his closed fists when he had to. The event seemed to be off to a rolicking start, and Harlon took a moment to simply take in the riot of sights, sounds, and above all, scents. People were everywhere it seemed, and Harlon smiled as a gaggle of children ran past him. This should prove to be quite entertaining. Of course, the sergeant relaxed too soon; a nearby shout drew his attention and when he saw the scene unfolding before him, a young woman accosted by an older gentleman, he hurried to intervene. ”Evening sir, miss. Hope you’re enjoying the fun and staying out of trouble.” While Harlon’s voice was jovial, his hands were on his hips, which would allow him easy access to his hidden weapon, as he stared intently at the other man. Eloise St. Germaine Stephanos Nylerwc: 831 |
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Arasmus is a Magister, and holds every Grimoire that is currently available--therefore his max Grimoire level is Grimoire Epsilon.
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"One day, the world will worship me."
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Blutsauger
132 Yrs
Impoverished
Single
Left Hand
Walking Staff
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Vee
Sept 23, 2018 12:49:37 GMT -5
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Jul 15, 2018 15:43:44 GMT -5
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Post by Arasmus Nyler on Jul 31, 2018 9:31:36 GMT -5
Arasmus had rose from his seated position, moving after Eloise. And then, his mirror image appeared--stopped her, Stephanos Nyler. Rage coiled within his chest, and then it faded when he heard his brother's words--missing entirely the jest about his propriety. He moved slowly, offering a hand to her. "I believe I... left a word out, dear. I meant that we were viewed as Gods, but the story has run together that so do the words. I apologize, deeply," He would bow over her hand, and press a kiss to the back of her knuckles. "Forgive me." He had noticed the woman winking at him, and wondered vaguely who that was, but thought nothing of it. When the man, Harlon Recklosh , entered into the scene, Arasmus's gaze narrowed briefly. He, of course, appeared as a blonde man, instead of himself to the eye of the non-magic man. "Ah, please sir. A simple argument, really." He shifted to slip an arm around Eloise St. Germaine , whispering in her ear, "Come on, love. Let's go see the children." He'd slowly aim to lead her away, towards one of the larger group of his children, and as they walked he whispered, "I got you a present, Eloise. Have you ever been up in the sky, so high that you can see the entire island?"
His dark eyes glittered mischievously as he stopped at the edge of the gaggle of about twelve children. "If you're not afraid of heights, I've got you a hot air balloon captain on standby, over the dunes a bit." He wanted to see her reaction, after all. "I can come with you, or you can go up alone." He added, with a wry grin. He figured she would choose to go alone.
Even still, though, the balloon would be tethered to the ground, for safety measures since it would take children up after the first trip. There'd be nowhere to go but up--and only as far as the tether allowed.
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Silver Dagger & Thigh Holster, Grimoire I
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"I know what I want, and I am going to get it."
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Human
27 Yrs
Middle Class
Complicated
Apprentice
Dagger
2076 Bolts
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Ani
Jul 31, 2018 23:55:55 GMT -5
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Jul 16, 2018 16:31:13 GMT -5
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Post by Lucretia Sage on Jul 31, 2018 21:36:24 GMT -5
Even though her mood as of late had been on a downward decline, Lucretia was hoping that the festival would bring about a renewed lightheartedness. It was a time for celebration, a time of merriment and dancing, and a time of getting a bit too drunk. While she was getting ready, the girl had already downed a few. Showing up tipsy was the best way to arrive. Tipsy and fashionably late. Her façade erased the freckles that dotted all over her face and shoulders, particularly the ones clustered around her nose. Smoothed over alabaster skin that shone in the flickering lighting was accented by the blush tones of her gown. Umber curls were pinned up and back, showing off her carved décolletage and the jewel strung upon a golden chain around her neck. The rubies paired well with the red ribbon decorating her sleeves; the match was intentional, although only in color did it do so. Compared to the quality of her dress, which did lack some due to her class, the piece stood out, but only slightly. The necklace would be the sole thing that could give her away as Lucretia Sage, and the blonde posing under the guise of brunette was perfectly fine with such a thing if it meant she got to show the item of jewelry off. Upon entering the festival, Lucretia’s gaze immediately fell upon the single pair she wished not to cross, Arasmus Nyler and Eloise St. Germaine, as well as her own date for the evening, Stephanos Nyler. She had surprised both herself and the man when she agreed to be escorted by him. Perhaps a part of her was wishing to investigate on his comments further, those of a Herz. Another part of her could’ve wished to be seen with him so as to flaunt at the man she used to love, the one she refused to allow herself to believe she still did. And the last part of her potentially found him attractive, an arm she’d look good on. Pulling her painted lips back in a smirk, the girl walked over to her date and slipped her hand into his. “Good evening, Stephanos,” she hummed in his ear, words as sweet as honey. Her lips lingered by the man’s ear until she pulled away from him, which was not without the slightest brushing of her lips against his cheek. Once she had pulled away, but not far enough to be out of range to smell Stephanos’ divine scent, she let her gaze fall upon the pair she was known to despise. Her face lit up as if it was the first time she had seen them, feigning everything from her actions down to her tone. “Why, Arasmus and Your Highness. I hadn’t a clue you were standing there. Were you there the entire time? You must forgive me.” Giving a shallow curtsy, Lucretia walked the fine line between mockery and genuine respect. Looking once more to her escort, she let her free hand grip his inner upper arm, nails digging in only slightly as she smiled at the two still. “Let us not bother your evenings any further. Come, Stephanos. I crave something from the wine booths. Humor me?” And, without waiting for his answer, she moved to lead the pair in the opposite direction of the other. |
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1 Neophyte Grimoire
1 Wand desguised as a tattoo on right wrist.
1 Draft/Quarter mix horse
1 Disguise Item that changes his appearance to a beautiful woman.
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Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.
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Lycanthrope
60 Yrs
Middle Class
Single
Woodsman/Aspiring Author
Pointy Things
80 Bolts
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Aztec
Oct 18, 2018 16:35:30 GMT -5
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Post by Raleigh Cooper on Aug 1, 2018 0:15:26 GMT -5
Now who to test this new disguise out on? Ra would quickly become bored of this party if no one would play with him. But it seemed people were pairing off with each other. She glided from booth to booth. Her steps were elegant and refined, but it held a bit of a mischievous alluring sway. Subtle in its flavoring. Her gazes drifted from person to person. Searching for a friend to make. One person was left alone as the two groups seemed to go off. Ara and the girl one with him, and another woman and his brother the other way. It might be best if she intervened before Harlon got himself into trouble. She glided towards Harlon Recklosh, a soft smile touching her lips. "Hello." She greeted, holding out a hand to him. "Adelle O'Neil." |
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Being Awesome.. time after time
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Blutsauger
132 Yrs
Impoverished
Single
Second Hand (Unfortunately)
A walking cane
380 Bolts
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Ophelia
Aug 2, 2018 22:02:16 GMT -5
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Jul 25, 2018 11:48:40 GMT -5
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Post by Stephanos Nyler on Aug 1, 2018 22:18:32 GMT -5
People were strange. There was just something about them that had caused the man to question what was happening around him. Perhaps he should not have been so judgemental about the people around him but them again, he had a right to. There was a general consensus that people around him were very judgemental around him and therefore, he thought that at times, he should have returned such coolness to them. So when everything started to lead up from one thing to another, Stephanos could not help but to slightly get annoyed by the whole situation, especially when his brother decided to get involved. It was not something that he was not expecting at all - well, he was but he wouldn't admit it - and therefore, he held his tongue. There were so many words that he wanted to say to someone, so many words but he couldn't. Not to his brother. No, that would not be respectful. But to the other man, the one who he had never seen within his life before, he wanted to say something to. He wanted to let him know a thing or two about interfering when coming down to things like this, especially important things. He wanted to let him know that it was not accepted at the moment. A sneer formed upon his face as his mouth opened upwards, ready to tell off the man when suddenly, something happened that he was not expecting at all: he felt a smaller, much softer hand slip into his own. Jumping slightly, he turned his head sharply to allow his gaze to land upon a rather lovely looking figure. Brow rose upwards in question, wondering who exactly was this woman. That was until he looked down at the necklace that she was wearing. It was her. She has decided to come after all and grace his company. A small smile formed tenderly upon his features as he bowed his head lightly, giving her his very own greeting. "Good evening, my dear. It is good to see that you have decided to join us today." The words smoothed out of his lips as his eyes watched her, unable to help himself at all. He could feel his heart pounding against his chest, the rapid beat threatening to fall out at any second. And let, the way she touched him, so close to him, it had caused a shiver to run down his spine. Why did she treat him this way? He had no clue but yet, the man enjoyed each and every moment of it. For him, it was something that he couldn't help but to smile about. Now, as for the woman and her tipsiness, he took no heed in it, instead deciding to go with it. If she wanted to make herself nice and tipsy, he would allow her to. It would meant that he would be caring for her afterwards, when she needed it. He would help her out. It was only when she mocked his brother and the Princess that a moan escaped his lips, his eyes closing suddenly as he wished his best in order to disappear from site. He didn't want his brother to scold him for the actions that had occurred, for he was certain that he was going to be scolded for walking around a woman who was supposed to be his apprentice and once his lover, but for the fact that he quite possibly took her himself. That was all that he needed to hear from him. Luckily for him, the woman grabbed his arm, bringing his attention back to earth. Blinking, he turned his attention towards Lucretia, allowing a chuckle to escape his lips. "Wine? Are you sure that you need any more? However, if that is the case then let us go." He didn't even have a chance in order to answer her before she was escorting him over towards the booths. Silly woman.
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Steam powered pistol
Sabre
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The hunt continues
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Blutsauger
52 Yrs
Middle Class
Single
Civilian Sergeant
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Crooked
Aug 11, 2018 9:09:52 GMT -5
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Jul 29, 2018 15:03:50 GMT -5
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Post by Harlon Recklosh on Aug 1, 2018 23:35:52 GMT -5
This was getting more suspicious by the moment; if there really hadn’t been a problem, no one would have looked as shifty-eyed as they did. Instantly, his instincts starting clamoring an alarm. Something was definitely afoot here. Harlon had spent more than enough time hunting down shady characters to know what constituted a normal reaction, and these were quite abnormal. The sergeant made sure to keep a harmless looking expression on his face as he suddenly found himself surrounded by people, all of whose faces he would do his best to memorize. He would have liked to hear from the lady he was concerned about, but she was swept away before he got an answer, the whole crowd of people moving far from him. Again, not the behavior of people who had nothing to hide. Most worrisome, Harlon could’ve sworn he heard one of them talking about the princess before they left. Still, he wasn’t going to chase down a group of that size on his own, not without more information and some backup. He could, however, attempt to follow along and eavesdrop, but before he could take more than a few steps forward, a woman stepped into his path. The blutsauger aborted his maneuver to focus on this latest encounter. The timing almost, but not quite, made him think she had deliberately intercepted him. Immediately, Harlon catalogued her: she was beautiful and had a sway in her step that was quite pleasing to watch. Seeing as she’d effectively cut him off from pursuing the targets, whom he’d already lost in the swirling crowd, the blutsauger decided to give up the hunt though it chafed. Luckily for them, he wasn’t on duty and there was suddenly something a lot more attractive to focus on. Immediately, the friendly demeanor shifted, as a wicked grin spread across his lips and a mischievous glimmer appeared in his eyes. The blutsauger gave her a proper once over, eyes travelling down and back up the length of her body, before his eyes settled on hers, an approving look on his face. Reaching out with his hand, Harlon would take hers, bow over it, and bring it to his lips for a kiss, if she’d let him. It might’ve have been a bit forward and cheeky, but women seemed to love when he treated them as if they were something special. ”A pleasure, Lady O’Neill. Harlon Recklosh, at your service.” His voice and words were both polite enough, but they carried more than a hint of heat. Clasping his arms behind his back, the very picture of the military officer he was, Harlon instinctively kept an eye on their surroundings even while most of his attention was focused Adelle. ”I must ask, what’s a beautiful woman like yourself doing at an event like this unescorted?” Someone like her would obviously be in popular demand, and yet she’d come up to him, bold and completely alone. That was more than enough to pique his interest. Raleigh Cooper wc: 513 |
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"A leader is a dealer in hope"
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Human
33 Yrs
Nobility
Single
Crowned PRincess
None
720 Bolts
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Grant
Dec 6, 2018 7:04:44 GMT -5
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Jul 15, 2018 18:07:40 GMT -5
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Post by Eloise St. Germaine on Aug 7, 2018 10:02:23 GMT -5
Eloise felt rather like a whirlwind of things happened. She was walking away from Arasmus Nyler when she was stopped by his twin brother Stephanos Nyler – who she found equally loathsome though slightly more tolerable as he wasn’t constantly trying to woo his way into her underskirts – who was defending his brother of course. Arasmus had followed her, no surprise there, and conceded the point his brother had made, that a slip of the tongue had been his only mistake. “I highly doubt that.” She said to him in a biting tone. Arasmus was very full of himself and she had every reason to doubt that he didn’t think himself a fallen god. This was all followed by a… Harlon Recklosh! Her eyes lit up for a moment but before she could say anything to the familiar face she was grabbed and whisked away by Arasmus again. Arasmus must’ve been able to tell whenever she wanted try and make a break for it by now and grown adept at quashing those attempts before they started. Joykill of a man he was. Her lips were set in a pursed frown as he led her away towards the hot air balloon. “I don’t like presents.” She mumbled in protest as had become her habit as of late. She didn’t like him showering her with things, it was all just one more thing he could hold above her head to convince her to do as she wished. But it seemed she wasn’t getting out of this one. “Come up with me I suppose.” She muttered. It wasn’t really worth it to go up alone. He would just be watching her and that was uncomfortable. |
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1 Neophyte Grimoire
1 Wand desguised as a tattoo on right wrist.
1 Draft/Quarter mix horse
1 Disguise Item that changes his appearance to a beautiful woman.
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Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.
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Lycanthrope
60 Yrs
Middle Class
Single
Woodsman/Aspiring Author
Pointy Things
80 Bolts
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Aztec
Oct 18, 2018 16:35:30 GMT -5
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Jul 25, 2018 19:17:15 GMT -5
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Post by Raleigh Cooper on Aug 8, 2018 16:58:09 GMT -5
Whether he was suspicious of her arrival or not, Harlon accepted her presence. She gave a coy smile as his lips brushed her hand. She had seen how his eyes had appreciated her figure and her lips curled just a little further as her head titled to one side. "The pleasure is all mine, Sir Recklosh." She purred. She would be slow to reclaim her hand, if he let it go at all. Her gaze would drift over the crowd before being drawn back by his question. She gave a small smile, looking up at his through thick lashes. "My friends and I had planned to visit the festival together. I'm afraid that they could make the trip out this way, though they failed to inform me until the day we had arranged to travel here." She answered. "I'm not one to miss out on pleasant festivities, though I've now found myself alone and with no one to accompany me." She gave Harlon a sideways glance, those big eyes of her's saying far more than what her simple words had conveyed. Somewhere inside Raleigh was breaking down into a giggling fit as Adelle took over and sought to lead Harlon along in the game Rah ad started. Who ever gave the woodsman this particular disguise had unknowingly created a monster, and an new persona of Raleigh's. [ Harlon Recklosh] 226 Words |
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