Romsca Sandspeak
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: Ninteen
Appearance: Romsca is a ratfolk with light grey fur and a smooth light skin toned tail. Her eyes are black pupiled and her teeth are surprisingly white, which isn't a typical habit brought up by her species.
Clothing wise, her entire getup appears to be a combination of sea sail scraps and literal rope all tied up and about to cover everything up.
Equipment: A decent dagger is stashed in her clothes that she has tied up quite securely.
Skills and Abilities: Romsca is incredibly lithe and flexible being able to worm her way into amazingly tight spots. She's also devilishly clever and has a knack for getting out of tight spots and situations by keeping a clear head. Although this has been tested during her time spent in solitude on the ocean's surface being tossed about with scrapwood.
Biography: Romsca is a rat that grew up in a fishing town and was used for the manual labor and boat repairs. She was housed here until the waves washed over the town and she was forgotten.
Clinging to rotting wood, she eventually came across the Isran ship of the Depravity. She tried to climb up the side, practically begging for just a place to sleep. Unfortunately due to the rat plague they had on board, and the fact that she was quite literally just a larger rat, they promptly oiled the sides of the ship to make her slip back into the ocean.
Registered: Apr 1, 2021 11:20:35 GMT -5
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Post by Romsca Sandspeak on Jun 10, 2021 12:45:33 GMT -5
Aidana peeks inside Romsca's mouth, finding no sites of infection visible. She is uncertain as to where she should refer what she sees. Too big for a rat, too rodent for human. Still, trying to apply the knowledge she has, the rest of the examination does not take long. "Nothing is the matter." Aidana says to no one in particular. There is a slight wish that she had found something to be heard in her voice. "But she is also physically weak, I'm sure you've noticed that yourself, Romsca. You've overexerted yourself, and eaten or drank practically nothing. I would advice you to stay here, have some water first, then fruit, and we'll move you to solid food a bit later down the line. Bed rest and the lightest of exercise for a week. At least" As if the matter had been decided, Aidana moved towards the door. "Now if you'll excuse me." Romsca blinked and nodded slowly, "Fruit, that sounds...wise," she said awkwardly slowly picking up one of the items curiously and starting to nibble on it quite fast. She curled her tail around her and just happily munched on one of the pieces looking at both of them with tired eyes. |
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Aidana Kartal
Established
Roleplay posts: 18 
Age: 19
Appearance: Her dark curly hair might seem wild, but there is a method to the madness. Every strand is carefully considered. The same can be applied to her attire, which rigidly follows the Beylik standards of beauty and propriety, while also allowing her own identity to shine through.
Equipment: Well, a lady carries her adornments. Everything else she might need is locked away in her private domiciles or carried by the male (or the male servant).
Skills and Abilities: Talking with proper manners, deep interest in sciences and mathematics.
Biography: Raised as the oldest child of a prestigious Beylik family, she was taught table manners, curtsies, music, poetry. Yet in her free time, she could not stop devouring book after book from her father's study on subjects unrelated to her expected future. Yet, upon discussions with some of the family friends, it was apparent that Aidana was more suited to academic pursuits than marriage, so after some difficult conversations, her parents gave way. When the world flooded, her studies were violently halted, but her research was just beginning.
Registered: Apr 1, 2021 15:03:29 GMT -5
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Post by Aidana Kartal on Jun 13, 2021 6:45:53 GMT -5
“MM!” Nurzat utters before gulping down the remaining food he has in his mouth, turning to his left from facing the wall to catch Aidana before she leaves, “If it is safe, I am eager to return to my duties, Uruusunun Enesi. My brothers and sisters in labor—does the Işenimdüü yet require more hands to see to its restoration?” She nods. "I thank you for your compliance. Let us leave. There is much to do, the Işenimdüü likely does need more hands." She gives a quick bow to Romsca and leaves. |
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Romsca Sandspeak
Established
Roleplay posts: 26
Age: Ninteen
Appearance: Romsca is a ratfolk with light grey fur and a smooth light skin toned tail. Her eyes are black pupiled and her teeth are surprisingly white, which isn't a typical habit brought up by her species.
Clothing wise, her entire getup appears to be a combination of sea sail scraps and literal rope all tied up and about to cover everything up.
Equipment: A decent dagger is stashed in her clothes that she has tied up quite securely.
Skills and Abilities: Romsca is incredibly lithe and flexible being able to worm her way into amazingly tight spots. She's also devilishly clever and has a knack for getting out of tight spots and situations by keeping a clear head. Although this has been tested during her time spent in solitude on the ocean's surface being tossed about with scrapwood.
Biography: Romsca is a rat that grew up in a fishing town and was used for the manual labor and boat repairs. She was housed here until the waves washed over the town and she was forgotten.
Clinging to rotting wood, she eventually came across the Isran ship of the Depravity. She tried to climb up the side, practically begging for just a place to sleep. Unfortunately due to the rat plague they had on board, and the fact that she was quite literally just a larger rat, they promptly oiled the sides of the ship to make her slip back into the ocean.
Registered: Apr 1, 2021 11:20:35 GMT -5
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Post by Romsca Sandspeak on Jun 18, 2021 22:02:01 GMT -5
It took time, but soon she was clean. The warm toasty water, and soap were put to good use as she spent hours cleaning off the oil and grime. Every pore of her skin was cleansed as the rat made sure every bit of gunk was worn off, even if some fur needed to be clipped off with it.
That was a good idea, she started to clip off fur, trimming herself and trying to make her fur look a lot more appealing and groomed. It had grown long and it made her look rabid, at least in her opinion.
Soon however, she was clean, along with her clothes, once they'd dried. Life was good, a lot better. She then started to eat, time heals all wounds, and hers already seemed to be quite better.
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