Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on Jul 25, 2021 12:35:39 GMT -5
This marshy forest is near Pannoa, toward the east.
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Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on Jul 25, 2021 12:51:37 GMT -5
Faisine and Anatolius had left Pannoa for other parts, looking for more survivors to bring to Pannoa.
"I think we should make camp, but I don't know about there..." she said, nodding toward the marshes. But they were high atop a hill and safe from the waters below. There was humor in her voice that indicated that she was joking about making camp in the marshes below them when they were at a good spot already. Faisine set about clearing the area to make a fire pit.
It didn't take long to have the hole dug or the rocks placed around. "I am going to set some traps, I would like to eat something besides dried venison." She was grateful to have the last bit of meat when the rest had been given away to people in need of food. She couldn't possibly eat all of that venison on her own, so she'd gladly shared her bounty. Now she was craving something other than deer.
She was back and forth for, perhaps an hour as she gathered firewood and set traps. If he didn't start the fire, she would. Either way, the fire was lit and she sat on her bedroll, resting a bit as she watched the flames dance. Her fingers went through her hair and began to groom, and soon enough, she'd have her long locks braided and out of her face.
Faisine looked up then, gazing his way and then tilting her head toward a spot on her bedroll where he could sit next to her. "Come, sit next to me. We haven't talked much since the other day on our way to Pannoa."
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Anatolius
Committed
Roleplay posts: 50
Appearance: On the border of youth and middle age, blond-brown hair at points starts greying (giving it a look of a more solid blond) and wrinkles form from stress and too much sun on an otherwise young face.
Registered: Apr 9, 2021 22:01:35 GMT -5
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Post by Anatolius on Dec 28, 2021 14:14:37 GMT -5
The road was relatively peaceful, apparently the concerns the man had about further banditry infesting the new world being largely unfounded. At the corner of his mind Anatolius liked to think ever so slightly that actually his paranoia was just, and there were bandits, but simply that they were gripped by fear by the sight of such a dashing champion of justice. A more down to earth part of his mind knew that it was nonsense, but was willing to entertain the notion just to have the man sleep easier rather than be fraught with insecurities about his relevance in the changing environment. As Faisine made mention of camp, he breathed in to puff out his chest gallantly and on instinct, though he quickly deflated after realizing it was somewhat wasted given that with his breastplate the effect was most likely unseen. "We can make camp anywhere, rest assured I will make it all it can be."
He nodded along at the mention of traps. Briefly he considered offering to join her to ensure safety, but swiftly he reconsidered given that he'd probably only be a nuisance in this delicate sort of matter. The man did however set the fire, feeling he had at least some weight to carry. Bored and lost in his own thoughts, it was a little larger than perhaps may have been expected and may well have fallen under the qualifier of "bonfire", the petals of the red flower rising far taller than a man. Well, in retrospect it would at least attract any people that the duo was in theory intending to help by virtue of their travels. As Faisine groomed herself, Anatolius supposed he ought do the same. Problem was he didn't have any proper equipment for the matter.
He improvised, drawing his sword and after a few curses muttered after nicking himself looked upon his reflection, more or less satisfied with the disappearance of stubble. Once more hearing from her, he obliged the request and sat cross legged by the lady.
A sigh came from the man after her words: "No, I suppose not. Truth be told, it was always a weaker side of mine. Perhaps this was by subconscious design of mine. It is a fear I have, of being found... well, boring. Uninteresting. I can do a good speech, but beyond that I am not much of a rhetorician."
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Faisine D'Arcy
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 101
Appearance: Hair: Blonde, almost a white blonde
Eyes: Piercing blue
Height: 5'2"
Build: Slender
Features: Noble
Age: 24
Equipment: Eating Dagger
The clothing on her back
Staff
Citole
Rope
Grappling Hook
Tent
Utilities such as pots and pans, other dishes
Skills and Abilities: She is a singer, with a very lovely voice. She was trained as a spellsong but she does that no more.
Biography: History: Lady Faisine was born in the lost kingdom of Verri, but she was raised in a cloister (Not nuns, but yes, women who were very religious nevertheless). She has little to no memory of Verri and spent most of her days learning to be a lady... To speak like a lady, to embroider, to sing and pluck a tune on a lute like a lady... How very dull and drab. She had, nevertheless, been pampered, for her father had donated generously and made it clear that she was to be a lady, not a servant. She had her own servants, they did everything for her. The cloister was raided and many lives were lost, and now she finds herself traveling alone for parts unknown.
She has known lots of war.
Then she met her mate, Cairex, and they set off into the Usque, only to be torn apart by the cataclysm...
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 13:59:40 GMT -5
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Post by Faisine D'Arcy on Mar 23, 2022 13:51:05 GMT -5
She nodded and folded her legs daintily. The sky was painted with the last bits of sunset, brilliant reds and oranges ablaze across pink and soon fading into the indigo of the heavens. Her fingers went toward her hair and she began to groom herself as she was wont to do when not on the move, a fastidious young miss. Her dark blue gaze drifted toward him then and she said, "You have nothing to fear from me."
I was true, it wasn't as if she could do her spells or anything with the mist having choked things out for the majority of the people she had talked to.
Then she flopped back and tucked her hands behind her head, gazing up into the sky and murmuring, "Do you miss the old world? I don't know what to make of this one."
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