W. Femuria Wenderson
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 26
Appearance: Her hair is dark brown mixed with slivers of dark blonde blended about on her head. Her eyes are a mix of burgundy and blue, with her facial skin mildly stretched.
Equipment: Femuria has a large rucksack made out of a lot of animal skin tied up together. She appears to have a variety of salted meats sewn up in little parcels and stuffed inside.
Skills and Abilities: (Unrevealed)
Biography: Not much information is known,
Registered: Apr 14, 2021 23:59:56 GMT -5
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Post by W. Femuria Wenderson on May 23, 2021 16:22:40 GMT -5
Femuria nodded with a chuckle, "I think most of us came in ships. That's typically how sea travel goes. Unless of course, you like to swim about and flounder for weeks on end. Sounds quite unpleasant," she said with a giggle.
She glanced at her pastries, "Oh look, they're pretty much done...a little uneven in the cooking, but I think they'll do nicely."
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Ms. Tilly Vanderbilt
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: now now, it's rude to ask a woman her age
Appearance: From her flaming locks to her sultry hazel eyes, Miss Vanderbilt is an extraordinary woman. She is of average height at about 5'5 and weighs about, oh that's a secret. The boys usually have a bad habit of looking at something other than her eyes. Her body is well maintained and often compared to that of a dancer.
Equipment: She wears black sleek clothing that hugs her curves and a pair of long gloves to avoid touching things with her bare hands. Tilly is the type of person who enjoys adding a little bit of color to her outfits. Her favorite piece of clothing is always the fur shawl she wears if the day isn't too humid. Along her hip sits a rapier finely polished and ready to pierce whatever is in range.
Skills and Abilities: Tilly comes from a family of merit and from that family learned to efficiently use her rapier. Her rapier a gift from her late father just before his passing. She hones her abilities of agility and elegance similar to a rose. People see her beauty but not the thorns that will prick their skin. It's not their fault there, Tilly can be quite the sweet talker and often talks her way out of tight corners.
Biography: Matilda Vanderbilt born into a wealthy merchant family is now off on her own. She dreams of one day owning a boat with her own crew. The wind in the hair, the smell of salt in her nostrils, and the freedom of adventure. She was never meant to have a desk job and sit around all day. Tilly currently is in the business of handling other people's money. She dreams often about the sound of coins clanking together and hoping one day those will be her coins.
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 15:54:47 GMT -5
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Post by Ms. Tilly Vanderbilt on Jun 7, 2021 13:54:45 GMT -5
"I did. I took a small ship and set sail, but the waters were rocky and I must've been thrown off course. My boat was damaged and I landed here in who knows where" Tilly would have parked her boat by the shoreline that has long since disappeared. She savored each drop of the water from the bottle she recieved. She hated all the sand and hated how she decided to wear black. Black is such a flattering color on her but alas the desert didn't care for that.
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Elizabeth
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 28
Appearance: Late twenties, with long dark brown hair and, standing at 185 cm high
Equipment: 3 small bags located on her legs containing 6 small knives, 1 right hand gantlet with bumps on the fist and some bandages
Skills and Abilities: Expert knife thrower and fighter with minor medical knowledge
Biography: Born into a rich family, Elizabeth was mistreated for not being a man, still young she fled, promising never to be treated bad anymore. By her 25th anniversary she had built a brothel and managed several working girls
Registered: Apr 13, 2021 12:20:01 GMT -5
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Post by Elizabeth on Jun 7, 2021 14:50:04 GMT -5
"Damage you say." Elizabeth said before whispering to herself "she's probably not involved." She had her hand up to her chin thinking out loud
"Whoever put me inside of this box be somewhere around here." She than turned her attention to the lady cooking the pies "are we the first people you saw ? I'm sorry for all that questions I was kidnapped and I'm trying to figure out who so I can... Talk to them." The tone that Elizabeth used seemed almost threatening, she clearly wouldn't just talk to them, if she would got her hands on them, they would wish that the desert would've claimed their lives
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W. Femuria Wenderson
Established
Roleplay posts: 20
Age: 26
Appearance: Her hair is dark brown mixed with slivers of dark blonde blended about on her head. Her eyes are a mix of burgundy and blue, with her facial skin mildly stretched.
Equipment: Femuria has a large rucksack made out of a lot of animal skin tied up together. She appears to have a variety of salted meats sewn up in little parcels and stuffed inside.
Skills and Abilities: (Unrevealed)
Biography: Not much information is known,
Registered: Apr 14, 2021 23:59:56 GMT -5
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Post by W. Femuria Wenderson on Jun 23, 2021 2:52:11 GMT -5
"Damage you say." Elizabeth said before whispering to herself "she's probably not involved." She had her hand up to her chin thinking out loud "Whoever put me inside of this box be somewhere around here." She than turned her attention to the lady cooking the pies "are we the first people you saw ? I'm sorry for all that questions I was kidnapped and I'm trying to figure out who so I can... Talk to them." The tone that Elizabeth used seemed almost threatening, she clearly wouldn't just talk to them, if she would got her hands on them, they would wish that the desert would've claimed their lives "Oh? No, no, no, I've met some Israns, with their little kitty cat lass and company. I've seen them. Didn't chat much though, had other things to get to," she nodded sagely, "Like making some good pies, and relaxing at the end of the known world...it's so lovely," she said with a grin before taking a bite of pie with oddly sharp teeth.
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Ms. Tilly Vanderbilt
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: now now, it's rude to ask a woman her age
Appearance: From her flaming locks to her sultry hazel eyes, Miss Vanderbilt is an extraordinary woman. She is of average height at about 5'5 and weighs about, oh that's a secret. The boys usually have a bad habit of looking at something other than her eyes. Her body is well maintained and often compared to that of a dancer.
Equipment: She wears black sleek clothing that hugs her curves and a pair of long gloves to avoid touching things with her bare hands. Tilly is the type of person who enjoys adding a little bit of color to her outfits. Her favorite piece of clothing is always the fur shawl she wears if the day isn't too humid. Along her hip sits a rapier finely polished and ready to pierce whatever is in range.
Skills and Abilities: Tilly comes from a family of merit and from that family learned to efficiently use her rapier. Her rapier a gift from her late father just before his passing. She hones her abilities of agility and elegance similar to a rose. People see her beauty but not the thorns that will prick their skin. It's not their fault there, Tilly can be quite the sweet talker and often talks her way out of tight corners.
Biography: Matilda Vanderbilt born into a wealthy merchant family is now off on her own. She dreams of one day owning a boat with her own crew. The wind in the hair, the smell of salt in her nostrils, and the freedom of adventure. She was never meant to have a desk job and sit around all day. Tilly currently is in the business of handling other people's money. She dreams often about the sound of coins clanking together and hoping one day those will be her coins.
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 15:54:47 GMT -5
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Post by Ms. Tilly Vanderbilt on Jul 9, 2021 14:42:42 GMT -5
"a cat? How odd to see. How long have you been here making pies?" Tilly asks wondering how this woman gets ingredients to even make pies. "and we'll find whoever kidnapped you. I guarantee it."
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Elizabeth
New
Roleplay posts: 8
Age: 28
Appearance: Late twenties, with long dark brown hair and, standing at 185 cm high
Equipment: 3 small bags located on her legs containing 6 small knives, 1 right hand gantlet with bumps on the fist and some bandages
Skills and Abilities: Expert knife thrower and fighter with minor medical knowledge
Biography: Born into a rich family, Elizabeth was mistreated for not being a man, still young she fled, promising never to be treated bad anymore. By her 25th anniversary she had built a brothel and managed several working girls
Registered: Apr 13, 2021 12:20:01 GMT -5
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Post by Elizabeth on Jul 9, 2021 14:59:08 GMT -5
Elizabeth noticed the sharp teeth but made no comments bon it, neither reply to whom had passed through since she wasn't interested by those people that the old woman talked about, she did respond to Tilly with a grin that bad intentions towards her kidnappers "Oh, i'll definitely find them."
Her attention turned to Femuria as something didn't felt right "One last question, why wouldn't we be able to see you ? You seemed surprised when this pretty lady over here talked to you."
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