La Mademoiselle Noir
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: 32
Appearance: 6'5" with a very thin frame. Her skin is so pale as to almost look unhealthy, with eyes a piercing mint green. Her pitch black hair is long and mostly straight, going all the way down her back, with the end of it seemingly burnt. She appears to wear a mostly black jacket and pants, accented with steel armor in key areas, as well as a pair of black boots.
Equipment: She carries a war-rapier in an ornate scabbard hung from her hip, as well as a cloth to clean and shine it and a waterskin.
Skills and Abilities: She is very fast and quite strong, especially for her size. It isn't anything that might be considered quite superhuman, but when compared to her musculature it definitely seems not to match up.
Biography: Geneviève is quite quiet about her life. She grew up in the courts of Vérilia, learning all the necessary etiquette to navigate her way near the king, and as importantly to her, near the military leaders. She trained directly under the captain of the king's personal guard in the way of the sword, picking up the weapon's nuances very quickly and rising through the ranks to be one of the top swordsmen in the army, with her analytical, tactical mind helping her make her way into the generals' room and soon to the king's right hand, earning the title of "La Mademoiselle Noir." However, during her time in the army, rumors about her were abound, ranging from her being able to take on 30 men and win, to her impressive feats coming from an undead background, and these rumors followed her to her position. When putting down an uprising in the outskirts of the kingdom, she was jumped on by locals and her own soldiers, calling her a vampire and attempting to burn her to death. This scorched most of her hair off, leaving behind a charred mess. These people were dealt with quickly. She grows her hair as long as she can now, to keep the burnt ends as a reminder to herself and those around her of what happens to those who cross her.
When the flood happened, she loaded onto a ship with her king and many of her people, a seer having predicted what would happen so that they could escape. However, during a storm after the flood she was thrown overboard, separated from her people as she washed up on shore all by herself, with no knowledge on what happened to her king.
Registered: Jun 23, 2021 13:04:22 GMT -5
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Post by La Mademoiselle Noir on Sept 19, 2021 20:33:16 GMT -5
Just northeast of Port Argentium, a peninsula covered in trees juts into the sea that sits within the island. Leaves of deciduous plants coat the forest floor and dot the sands that make up its shores. Here, any number of animals can lurk in the trees and underbrush, and any person could was ashore. One should keep a keen eye for anything of that sort.
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La Mademoiselle Noir
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: 32
Appearance: 6'5" with a very thin frame. Her skin is so pale as to almost look unhealthy, with eyes a piercing mint green. Her pitch black hair is long and mostly straight, going all the way down her back, with the end of it seemingly burnt. She appears to wear a mostly black jacket and pants, accented with steel armor in key areas, as well as a pair of black boots.
Equipment: She carries a war-rapier in an ornate scabbard hung from her hip, as well as a cloth to clean and shine it and a waterskin.
Skills and Abilities: She is very fast and quite strong, especially for her size. It isn't anything that might be considered quite superhuman, but when compared to her musculature it definitely seems not to match up.
Biography: Geneviève is quite quiet about her life. She grew up in the courts of Vérilia, learning all the necessary etiquette to navigate her way near the king, and as importantly to her, near the military leaders. She trained directly under the captain of the king's personal guard in the way of the sword, picking up the weapon's nuances very quickly and rising through the ranks to be one of the top swordsmen in the army, with her analytical, tactical mind helping her make her way into the generals' room and soon to the king's right hand, earning the title of "La Mademoiselle Noir." However, during her time in the army, rumors about her were abound, ranging from her being able to take on 30 men and win, to her impressive feats coming from an undead background, and these rumors followed her to her position. When putting down an uprising in the outskirts of the kingdom, she was jumped on by locals and her own soldiers, calling her a vampire and attempting to burn her to death. This scorched most of her hair off, leaving behind a charred mess. These people were dealt with quickly. She grows her hair as long as she can now, to keep the burnt ends as a reminder to herself and those around her of what happens to those who cross her.
When the flood happened, she loaded onto a ship with her king and many of her people, a seer having predicted what would happen so that they could escape. However, during a storm after the flood she was thrown overboard, separated from her people as she washed up on shore all by herself, with no knowledge on what happened to her king.
Registered: Jun 23, 2021 13:04:22 GMT -5
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Post by La Mademoiselle Noir on Sept 19, 2021 20:33:49 GMT -5
The journey so far had been relatively quiet. A few words were exchanged here or there, such as warnings for the occasional root, but Geneviève stayed quite silent otherwise. As the sun began to set over sea, The Mademoiselle slowed to a stop. "It's getting late." She said coldly. "We'd best set up camp."
She takes a step towards the shore, then looks back at the woods. "We'll set up the fire near the water." She decides, going over to look for kindling. "Do you have anything for starting a fire on that sled of yours?"
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Darren Blackhand
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: Darren is twenty nine but due to a curse he was aged twenty years so his body is forty nine years old.
Appearance: Standing at just over six feet tall, Darren has the build of a swordsman and the look of a fighter. With reddish brown hair and beard dusted with silver, tanned skin, and stern features accented by dark emerald eyes and a vertical scar across his right eye.
Equipment: Darren is a man who takes the mottos of “be prepared” and “two is one, one is none” to an excessive degree.
With the now severely reduced capacity bags and saddle bags of holding he carried a small mountain of survival gear for most terrains, enough weaponry to arm a militia, and the many spoils of his days as an adventurer and dragon hunter, all amounting to a dragon’s hoard worth of treasure to call his own.
Skills and Abilities: His upbringing and carried life have left Darren an unrelenting survivor, deadly swordsman, a tireless tracker, and a silent killer.
Biography: Born in a village that survived off of the land and what coin they could earn from selling the excess to the nearby settlements Darren would have followed in his fathers footsteps to becoming a hunter of deer and wild plants. This was not to be as an ancient dragon awoke in a nearby cave system and laid waste to the town, leaving Darren and his sister Ailis as the only survivors.
Taken in by a traveling band of druids and rangers who had seen the dragon’s attack from afar, they took different paths. Darren learning from the rangers and Ailis from the druids.
That was the start of a long and bloody history of Darren being the sword and shield of those who could not defend themselves.
Registered: Sept 9, 2021 12:35:42 GMT -5
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Post by Darren Blackhand on Sept 19, 2021 20:46:00 GMT -5
Darren dug around on his belt and pulled out a small tin.
“Not even on the sled. Flint and tinder. You should have a set in your pack as well.” He said as he shook it slightly. “Though we’ll need some firewood. If you can clear us a fire pit I’ll go and collect some. Melody, stay.” He said to the shadhavar before heading towards the trees.
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Andrews
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 30
Appearance: With a hood and three different maks, this thief will Rob you without you even realising
Equipment: A long dagger and a second as an extra, lockpicks and extremely light and thing metal armour with padding so it doesn't make noise
Skills and Abilities: Sneaking, lockpicking, if it's a thief skill this guy will have it
Biography: At the age of 20 Andrew's daughter was born as his wife passed away. Withing a year he lost his job as the inn's bard stole gold from their work place and blame it on him. Andrews punch the guy so hard that the bard lost all of his front teeth "Try seducing women without teeth asshole," Andrews said after. For the next ten years, Andrews learned to sneak and to steal to get food on the table, he also helped anyone he could along the way.
Allegiances: Poor people that need help
Registered: Sept 19, 2021 19:33:37 GMT -5
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Post by Andrews on Sept 19, 2021 22:37:57 GMT -5
Andrews had his angry mask on and was looking for a river for a while, although short his trip through the mist ended particularly bad and one can only walk for so long before getting mad, he heard two people talking nearby and quickly moved in their direction trying to get a better look, he was happy that there were other people in this island, that could make finding Alice easier, he changed to his happy mask and came out of hiding.
Andrews gave a slight bow, "Hello strangers, wouldn't you have water with you by any chance." Andrews had a light british accent, seemed friendly enough if for ignore the fact he is wearing a mask.
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La Mademoiselle Noir
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: 32
Appearance: 6'5" with a very thin frame. Her skin is so pale as to almost look unhealthy, with eyes a piercing mint green. Her pitch black hair is long and mostly straight, going all the way down her back, with the end of it seemingly burnt. She appears to wear a mostly black jacket and pants, accented with steel armor in key areas, as well as a pair of black boots.
Equipment: She carries a war-rapier in an ornate scabbard hung from her hip, as well as a cloth to clean and shine it and a waterskin.
Skills and Abilities: She is very fast and quite strong, especially for her size. It isn't anything that might be considered quite superhuman, but when compared to her musculature it definitely seems not to match up.
Biography: Geneviève is quite quiet about her life. She grew up in the courts of Vérilia, learning all the necessary etiquette to navigate her way near the king, and as importantly to her, near the military leaders. She trained directly under the captain of the king's personal guard in the way of the sword, picking up the weapon's nuances very quickly and rising through the ranks to be one of the top swordsmen in the army, with her analytical, tactical mind helping her make her way into the generals' room and soon to the king's right hand, earning the title of "La Mademoiselle Noir." However, during her time in the army, rumors about her were abound, ranging from her being able to take on 30 men and win, to her impressive feats coming from an undead background, and these rumors followed her to her position. When putting down an uprising in the outskirts of the kingdom, she was jumped on by locals and her own soldiers, calling her a vampire and attempting to burn her to death. This scorched most of her hair off, leaving behind a charred mess. These people were dealt with quickly. She grows her hair as long as she can now, to keep the burnt ends as a reminder to herself and those around her of what happens to those who cross her.
When the flood happened, she loaded onto a ship with her king and many of her people, a seer having predicted what would happen so that they could escape. However, during a storm after the flood she was thrown overboard, separated from her people as she washed up on shore all by herself, with no knowledge on what happened to her king.
Registered: Jun 23, 2021 13:04:22 GMT -5
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Post by La Mademoiselle Noir on Sept 21, 2021 18:03:28 GMT -5
Geneviève nods, taking the few small sticks she had already gathered and going towards the water. After flattening out a spot in the sand, she lays them there in a small pile, looking over the horizon for...something. She didn't know what, truly, just some sign that they weren't the only ones here, that maybe, just maybe, there was someone else here besides her and the supposed "Dragon Killer" that was her travelling companion.
It's with that thought that she here's an approach, one decidedly not coming from the direction Darren left in. She stands and whips around, sword held in a defensive stance as she turns to face the masked man, eyes staring coldly and intently, even the night not seeming to dull their icy mint glare. "And who would like to know?" She asks, looking over him as she moves over slightly, getting between him and their supplies. "Un homme of good intentions rarely hides his face, I have come to learn."
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Andrews
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 30
Appearance: With a hood and three different maks, this thief will Rob you without you even realising
Equipment: A long dagger and a second as an extra, lockpicks and extremely light and thing metal armour with padding so it doesn't make noise
Skills and Abilities: Sneaking, lockpicking, if it's a thief skill this guy will have it
Biography: At the age of 20 Andrew's daughter was born as his wife passed away. Withing a year he lost his job as the inn's bard stole gold from their work place and blame it on him. Andrews punch the guy so hard that the bard lost all of his front teeth "Try seducing women without teeth asshole," Andrews said after. For the next ten years, Andrews learned to sneak and to steal to get food on the table, he also helped anyone he could along the way.
Allegiances: Poor people that need help
Registered: Sept 19, 2021 19:33:37 GMT -5
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Post by Andrews on Sept 21, 2021 22:04:35 GMT -5
"I just like to keep it on, my daughter doesn't like 'em though, we were separated, our boat crash into a rock." Andrews took of his mask and put the hood down, he tidy up his hair and put the a sad looking mask.
He kept the hood down, "My name is Andrews, my daughter's Alice. I came inland to search for water and food, than I'll keep searching for her," he said, he started walking to around the woman, keeping distance "Enough about me, who are you ?"
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La Mademoiselle Noir
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: 32
Appearance: 6'5" with a very thin frame. Her skin is so pale as to almost look unhealthy, with eyes a piercing mint green. Her pitch black hair is long and mostly straight, going all the way down her back, with the end of it seemingly burnt. She appears to wear a mostly black jacket and pants, accented with steel armor in key areas, as well as a pair of black boots.
Equipment: She carries a war-rapier in an ornate scabbard hung from her hip, as well as a cloth to clean and shine it and a waterskin.
Skills and Abilities: She is very fast and quite strong, especially for her size. It isn't anything that might be considered quite superhuman, but when compared to her musculature it definitely seems not to match up.
Biography: Geneviève is quite quiet about her life. She grew up in the courts of Vérilia, learning all the necessary etiquette to navigate her way near the king, and as importantly to her, near the military leaders. She trained directly under the captain of the king's personal guard in the way of the sword, picking up the weapon's nuances very quickly and rising through the ranks to be one of the top swordsmen in the army, with her analytical, tactical mind helping her make her way into the generals' room and soon to the king's right hand, earning the title of "La Mademoiselle Noir." However, during her time in the army, rumors about her were abound, ranging from her being able to take on 30 men and win, to her impressive feats coming from an undead background, and these rumors followed her to her position. When putting down an uprising in the outskirts of the kingdom, she was jumped on by locals and her own soldiers, calling her a vampire and attempting to burn her to death. This scorched most of her hair off, leaving behind a charred mess. These people were dealt with quickly. She grows her hair as long as she can now, to keep the burnt ends as a reminder to herself and those around her of what happens to those who cross her.
When the flood happened, she loaded onto a ship with her king and many of her people, a seer having predicted what would happen so that they could escape. However, during a storm after the flood she was thrown overboard, separated from her people as she washed up on shore all by herself, with no knowledge on what happened to her king.
Registered: Jun 23, 2021 13:04:22 GMT -5
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Post by La Mademoiselle Noir on Sept 23, 2021 13:14:20 GMT -5
Mademoiselle Noir narrows her eyes, making sure to keep herself between this Andrews fellow and their supplies. "Mademoiselle Noir." She tells him, watching his movements carefully and wary of the masks. While it is quite possible that this man just has different masks for different emotions(for...some reason), Geneviève was no stranger to the idea of magical artifacts with strange powers, and she was not keen on being caught off-guard by one. "So, Monsieur...Andrúz," She asks him, trying to figure out his intentions and see if his story was sound. "You lost your daughter in the storm? How..." She stares at the sorrowful expression on the man's unmoving mask. "...sad. I just worry a liar's grin may hide behind the mask of sadness."
It was quite obvious this woman was very skeptical of Andrews, the quick approach and hidden visage giving him an air of secrecy, behind which could hide any number of intentions that may endanger the Mademoiselle. She adjusts her grip on her sword, hoping she would not have to use it, but prepared.
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Andrews
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 30
Appearance: With a hood and three different maks, this thief will Rob you without you even realising
Equipment: A long dagger and a second as an extra, lockpicks and extremely light and thing metal armour with padding so it doesn't make noise
Skills and Abilities: Sneaking, lockpicking, if it's a thief skill this guy will have it
Biography: At the age of 20 Andrew's daughter was born as his wife passed away. Withing a year he lost his job as the inn's bard stole gold from their work place and blame it on him. Andrews punch the guy so hard that the bard lost all of his front teeth "Try seducing women without teeth asshole," Andrews said after. For the next ten years, Andrews learned to sneak and to steal to get food on the table, he also helped anyone he could along the way.
Allegiances: Poor people that need help
Registered: Sept 19, 2021 19:33:37 GMT -5
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Post by Andrews on Sept 23, 2021 16:38:48 GMT -5
"It's a great pleasure to meet you Mademoiselle Noir." Andrews gave yet another bow but this time it was a complete bow "My daughter and I got in a boat once the rain started, soon there was only water." He pauses for a second.
Andrews stopped walking, put both hands In front of his face, palms towards the Mademoiselle in front of him and slowly reached for his daggers without sudden moves. Once both weapons was in his hands, Andrews, used them to illustrate the rest of the story, one of the daggers being the rock and the other the boat "After a day or two the rain came back." He made rain sounds with his mouth,"Than our boat was thrown in the direction of a rock..."
He had a very different tone than what his mask would make you think of how he was feeling, even though the mask displayed what he truly felt. He would continue talking, but this time his voice was filled with sorrow, he put his daggers away again "... I woke up in the cost, a few miles away from here, I don't know how long I was there and my daughter is missing."
By this point tears was falling from underneath the mask he was wearing "Pardon me M'lady," he said taking his mask again to wipe his tears, "she's all I've got left, and she might even be dead." Andrews found a tree to sit against, "I've been walking for God knows how long and haven't found anything that could show me that she's at least alive." He sighed. "Everything I say it's true Noir, even though I wish it wasn't, and the masks only make me feel more comfortable around people, god knows how much I hate having to be around people without them so I only do it if I have to. what about that water ?"
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La Mademoiselle Noir
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: 32
Appearance: 6'5" with a very thin frame. Her skin is so pale as to almost look unhealthy, with eyes a piercing mint green. Her pitch black hair is long and mostly straight, going all the way down her back, with the end of it seemingly burnt. She appears to wear a mostly black jacket and pants, accented with steel armor in key areas, as well as a pair of black boots.
Equipment: She carries a war-rapier in an ornate scabbard hung from her hip, as well as a cloth to clean and shine it and a waterskin.
Skills and Abilities: She is very fast and quite strong, especially for her size. It isn't anything that might be considered quite superhuman, but when compared to her musculature it definitely seems not to match up.
Biography: Geneviève is quite quiet about her life. She grew up in the courts of Vérilia, learning all the necessary etiquette to navigate her way near the king, and as importantly to her, near the military leaders. She trained directly under the captain of the king's personal guard in the way of the sword, picking up the weapon's nuances very quickly and rising through the ranks to be one of the top swordsmen in the army, with her analytical, tactical mind helping her make her way into the generals' room and soon to the king's right hand, earning the title of "La Mademoiselle Noir." However, during her time in the army, rumors about her were abound, ranging from her being able to take on 30 men and win, to her impressive feats coming from an undead background, and these rumors followed her to her position. When putting down an uprising in the outskirts of the kingdom, she was jumped on by locals and her own soldiers, calling her a vampire and attempting to burn her to death. This scorched most of her hair off, leaving behind a charred mess. These people were dealt with quickly. She grows her hair as long as she can now, to keep the burnt ends as a reminder to herself and those around her of what happens to those who cross her.
When the flood happened, she loaded onto a ship with her king and many of her people, a seer having predicted what would happen so that they could escape. However, during a storm after the flood she was thrown overboard, separated from her people as she washed up on shore all by herself, with no knowledge on what happened to her king.
Registered: Jun 23, 2021 13:04:22 GMT -5
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Post by La Mademoiselle Noir on Sept 23, 2021 18:58:11 GMT -5
Geneviève lowers her blade slightly. This man seemed much less like a threat than he could be, and much more...pitiable, especially in his situation. She steps back towards their things and picks her waterskin off the cart, having set it next to her boots, without taking her eyes off of Andrews. She tosses it to him. "Here."
Andrews seemed much more odd than threatening, the Mademoiselle realizes, some of his mannerisms being somewhat...interesting. How is it, with all the people in the world, I ended up with these two oddities?
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Andrews
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 30
Appearance: With a hood and three different maks, this thief will Rob you without you even realising
Equipment: A long dagger and a second as an extra, lockpicks and extremely light and thing metal armour with padding so it doesn't make noise
Skills and Abilities: Sneaking, lockpicking, if it's a thief skill this guy will have it
Biography: At the age of 20 Andrew's daughter was born as his wife passed away. Withing a year he lost his job as the inn's bard stole gold from their work place and blame it on him. Andrews punch the guy so hard that the bard lost all of his front teeth "Try seducing women without teeth asshole," Andrews said after. For the next ten years, Andrews learned to sneak and to steal to get food on the table, he also helped anyone he could along the way.
Allegiances: Poor people that need help
Registered: Sept 19, 2021 19:33:37 GMT -5
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Post by Andrews on Sept 23, 2021 19:47:13 GMT -5
"I guess no one would trust a weird masked man huh ! That's smart." Andrews took a big sip of the water skin, making sure he wouldn't empty.
Andrews than put his daggers on the ground before getting up and approaching the beautiful women in front of him to return the water skin without looking like a threat. The masked man kept his hands visible at all times.
"I assume you didn't see a small girl running around. You look like the type to protect a small child if you would find one in a seemingly deserted island," Andrews said, as he got near the tip of Mademoiselle Noir's sword, he was presenting her water skin, "I'm not a threat, please put your sword away, I'll answer any questions you might have."
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Darren Blackhand
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: Darren is twenty nine but due to a curse he was aged twenty years so his body is forty nine years old.
Appearance: Standing at just over six feet tall, Darren has the build of a swordsman and the look of a fighter. With reddish brown hair and beard dusted with silver, tanned skin, and stern features accented by dark emerald eyes and a vertical scar across his right eye.
Equipment: Darren is a man who takes the mottos of “be prepared” and “two is one, one is none” to an excessive degree.
With the now severely reduced capacity bags and saddle bags of holding he carried a small mountain of survival gear for most terrains, enough weaponry to arm a militia, and the many spoils of his days as an adventurer and dragon hunter, all amounting to a dragon’s hoard worth of treasure to call his own.
Skills and Abilities: His upbringing and carried life have left Darren an unrelenting survivor, deadly swordsman, a tireless tracker, and a silent killer.
Biography: Born in a village that survived off of the land and what coin they could earn from selling the excess to the nearby settlements Darren would have followed in his fathers footsteps to becoming a hunter of deer and wild plants. This was not to be as an ancient dragon awoke in a nearby cave system and laid waste to the town, leaving Darren and his sister Ailis as the only survivors.
Taken in by a traveling band of druids and rangers who had seen the dragon’s attack from afar, they took different paths. Darren learning from the rangers and Ailis from the druids.
That was the start of a long and bloody history of Darren being the sword and shield of those who could not defend themselves.
Registered: Sept 9, 2021 12:35:42 GMT -5
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Post by Darren Blackhand on Sept 23, 2021 19:59:06 GMT -5
“Can’t say I have, though I’m not so sure any young girl with any sense would approach me if she saw me in the woods. I certainly wouldn’t.” Darren said as he stepped out of the treeline, eyeing Andrews with a hand resting on the pommel of his sword, a brace of firewood under his other arm. “Though knowing there’s a child running around I’ll keep an eye out. The forest of my own home are dangerous enough without the unfamiliar magic in the air.” He continued as he approached cautiously, keeping an eye on the newcomer.
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La Mademoiselle Noir
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: 32
Appearance: 6'5" with a very thin frame. Her skin is so pale as to almost look unhealthy, with eyes a piercing mint green. Her pitch black hair is long and mostly straight, going all the way down her back, with the end of it seemingly burnt. She appears to wear a mostly black jacket and pants, accented with steel armor in key areas, as well as a pair of black boots.
Equipment: She carries a war-rapier in an ornate scabbard hung from her hip, as well as a cloth to clean and shine it and a waterskin.
Skills and Abilities: She is very fast and quite strong, especially for her size. It isn't anything that might be considered quite superhuman, but when compared to her musculature it definitely seems not to match up.
Biography: Geneviève is quite quiet about her life. She grew up in the courts of Vérilia, learning all the necessary etiquette to navigate her way near the king, and as importantly to her, near the military leaders. She trained directly under the captain of the king's personal guard in the way of the sword, picking up the weapon's nuances very quickly and rising through the ranks to be one of the top swordsmen in the army, with her analytical, tactical mind helping her make her way into the generals' room and soon to the king's right hand, earning the title of "La Mademoiselle Noir." However, during her time in the army, rumors about her were abound, ranging from her being able to take on 30 men and win, to her impressive feats coming from an undead background, and these rumors followed her to her position. When putting down an uprising in the outskirts of the kingdom, she was jumped on by locals and her own soldiers, calling her a vampire and attempting to burn her to death. This scorched most of her hair off, leaving behind a charred mess. These people were dealt with quickly. She grows her hair as long as she can now, to keep the burnt ends as a reminder to herself and those around her of what happens to those who cross her.
When the flood happened, she loaded onto a ship with her king and many of her people, a seer having predicted what would happen so that they could escape. However, during a storm after the flood she was thrown overboard, separated from her people as she washed up on shore all by herself, with no knowledge on what happened to her king.
Registered: Jun 23, 2021 13:04:22 GMT -5
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Post by La Mademoiselle Noir on Sept 23, 2021 22:03:27 GMT -5
The Mademoiselle would not put down her blade, only lowering the tip of the blade to the ground as she grabbed the waterskin and stepped back away from the man. "Non." She responds. "I have seen no little girl, and if it's all the same to you I think I'll keep my sword in hand for now. Even if I had seen her though, most children would run the other way."
Upon Darren's return, she casts her eyes towards him in a quick glance. "Welcome back. As you see we have a...visitor."
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Andrews
Established
Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 30
Appearance: With a hood and three different maks, this thief will Rob you without you even realising
Equipment: A long dagger and a second as an extra, lockpicks and extremely light and thing metal armour with padding so it doesn't make noise
Skills and Abilities: Sneaking, lockpicking, if it's a thief skill this guy will have it
Biography: At the age of 20 Andrew's daughter was born as his wife passed away. Withing a year he lost his job as the inn's bard stole gold from their work place and blame it on him. Andrews punch the guy so hard that the bard lost all of his front teeth "Try seducing women without teeth asshole," Andrews said after. For the next ten years, Andrews learned to sneak and to steal to get food on the table, he also helped anyone he could along the way.
Allegiances: Poor people that need help
Registered: Sept 19, 2021 19:33:37 GMT -5
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Post by Andrews on Sept 24, 2021 11:03:01 GMT -5
"Oh, hello there," Andrews said to the man that came from the treeline "Honestly wasn't expecting any of you to have seen her, too many bloody trees, she could be hidden in any one of them. Me name is Andrews by the way.
Turned to the Mademoiselle again "Yeah, just don't pointed at me, I won't do anything, if I did, you wouldn't see me coming, no one ever does." Although very ominous, that phrase was sad in a similar tone people use with friends, Andrews walked away a bit.
"I really thought that this island was deserted but it's good to know that's not the case."
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Darren Blackhand
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: Darren is twenty nine but due to a curse he was aged twenty years so his body is forty nine years old.
Appearance: Standing at just over six feet tall, Darren has the build of a swordsman and the look of a fighter. With reddish brown hair and beard dusted with silver, tanned skin, and stern features accented by dark emerald eyes and a vertical scar across his right eye.
Equipment: Darren is a man who takes the mottos of “be prepared” and “two is one, one is none” to an excessive degree.
With the now severely reduced capacity bags and saddle bags of holding he carried a small mountain of survival gear for most terrains, enough weaponry to arm a militia, and the many spoils of his days as an adventurer and dragon hunter, all amounting to a dragon’s hoard worth of treasure to call his own.
Skills and Abilities: His upbringing and carried life have left Darren an unrelenting survivor, deadly swordsman, a tireless tracker, and a silent killer.
Biography: Born in a village that survived off of the land and what coin they could earn from selling the excess to the nearby settlements Darren would have followed in his fathers footsteps to becoming a hunter of deer and wild plants. This was not to be as an ancient dragon awoke in a nearby cave system and laid waste to the town, leaving Darren and his sister Ailis as the only survivors.
Taken in by a traveling band of druids and rangers who had seen the dragon’s attack from afar, they took different paths. Darren learning from the rangers and Ailis from the druids.
That was the start of a long and bloody history of Darren being the sword and shield of those who could not defend themselves.
Registered: Sept 9, 2021 12:35:42 GMT -5
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Post by Darren Blackhand on Sept 25, 2021 9:10:24 GMT -5
Darren didn’t bother to respond to the blast as he walked over and dropped the firewood before checking on Melody. Scratching the Shadhavar behind the ear briefly he moved on to untying her from the sled, berating himself for not doing it before leaving. Once free Melody made her way over to a patch of beach grass and began to graze.
“How’s the fire pit coming along?” He asked as he checked the sled’s contents for shifting or the bindings fraying.
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La Mademoiselle Noir
Established
Roleplay posts: 47
Age: 32
Appearance: 6'5" with a very thin frame. Her skin is so pale as to almost look unhealthy, with eyes a piercing mint green. Her pitch black hair is long and mostly straight, going all the way down her back, with the end of it seemingly burnt. She appears to wear a mostly black jacket and pants, accented with steel armor in key areas, as well as a pair of black boots.
Equipment: She carries a war-rapier in an ornate scabbard hung from her hip, as well as a cloth to clean and shine it and a waterskin.
Skills and Abilities: She is very fast and quite strong, especially for her size. It isn't anything that might be considered quite superhuman, but when compared to her musculature it definitely seems not to match up.
Biography: Geneviève is quite quiet about her life. She grew up in the courts of Vérilia, learning all the necessary etiquette to navigate her way near the king, and as importantly to her, near the military leaders. She trained directly under the captain of the king's personal guard in the way of the sword, picking up the weapon's nuances very quickly and rising through the ranks to be one of the top swordsmen in the army, with her analytical, tactical mind helping her make her way into the generals' room and soon to the king's right hand, earning the title of "La Mademoiselle Noir." However, during her time in the army, rumors about her were abound, ranging from her being able to take on 30 men and win, to her impressive feats coming from an undead background, and these rumors followed her to her position. When putting down an uprising in the outskirts of the kingdom, she was jumped on by locals and her own soldiers, calling her a vampire and attempting to burn her to death. This scorched most of her hair off, leaving behind a charred mess. These people were dealt with quickly. She grows her hair as long as she can now, to keep the burnt ends as a reminder to herself and those around her of what happens to those who cross her.
When the flood happened, she loaded onto a ship with her king and many of her people, a seer having predicted what would happen so that they could escape. However, during a storm after the flood she was thrown overboard, separated from her people as she washed up on shore all by herself, with no knowledge on what happened to her king.
Registered: Jun 23, 2021 13:04:22 GMT -5
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Post by La Mademoiselle Noir on Sept 29, 2021 21:42:38 GMT -5
"Others thought I wouldn't see them coming either." The Mademoiselle responds, flipping her sword over so that the blade pointed out the bottom of her grip, swapping the hand it was held in to her left. "Their remains told a different story, however. Or they would, if they could have been identified after what happened."
She brushes a stray hair out of her face, turning back to Darren. She gestures towards the spot on the sand that she had flattened, a neatly stacked pile of kindling in the center and a raised circle around it, made from the sand cleared from the spot. "It is going quite well."
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