Captain Faera Alarvyne
New
Roleplay posts: 3
Age: 132
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Appearance: Faera is a peculiar being borne of an underwater facility lost to the mists. A subject of Biochemical experimentation, she was enhanced into something called a Guardian by her people the Astaus.
Her skin is blue, striped with a coral-red. She has long, red hair that's tied into a ponytail, shaved to the skin on either side of her head. She stands slightly over six feet tall, with a lithe build. Her eyes are almost completely black.
Most notable, however, are the two eels that extend from just beneath her shoulder blades. arcing up over her shoulders on most occasions. They appear to be capable of independent thought and movement.
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Equipment: Faera's armor is alchemically treated brass of her own design, giving it the ability to hold against blows as if it were steels, while avoiding the difficult issues of rust and weight.
In addition she has a deadly rapier on one hip. This is frequently wielded in one hand, with the other occupied by a deadly hand-crossbow, designed to fold away safely into a sheath.
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Skills and Abilities: Faera's primary skill is her sheer intelligence. As is the case with many of her people, she's well-studied and brilliant.
She has decades of experience in hand-to hand combat as well as sharpshooting. She is also capable of creation, forging and maintaining her own equipment.
Her eels are particularly vicious in combat, and will gladly take bites out of any enemy that leaves their guard down.
She has the ability to breath while underwater, as all her people do.
Her largest drawback comes from a species-wide lack of emotional range. She's certainly capable of feeling certain ways, but her ability to express them is limited. She finds human social ques and reactions to be overblown and difficult to manage.
In addition comes an inward focus and overactive mind that limits her perceptiveness outside of combat or science. She can rarely tell when someone is hiding something.
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Biography: Once one of the Guardians of the Astaus, she had forgone her old home and people to pursue her own self-interest and ambitions, leading her to live several decades as a particularly ruthless pirate captain.
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Allegiances: The crew of the Hostile Takeover.---
Place of Residence: The Hostile Takeover
Registered: Feb 1, 2022 10:39:17 GMT -5
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Post by Captain Faera Alarvyne on Feb 18, 2022 12:48:00 GMT -5
Of all the places to survive, it had to be Israns. Oh, the people were fine, she supposed. They were willing to spot one of Astaus and allow them respect, even one of her peculiarities. Yet for anyone whose main income for the past decade had been running down the occasional cargo ship like a barracuda, tearing it asunder and making off with the meat, she found herself on edge. The Hostile Takeover had recently been squibbed, something she was particularly careful about doing with regularity. It had come to fruition, it seemed, else those sailors with a long enough memory might have been quite happy to pounce on her crew before they had even arrived at port.
Nevertheless, something was going on. The rains that had tossed her ship about for so long couldn't have been localized, and even the housing here looked, in places, relatively ramshackle, with tents still scattered around. This must have been a burgeoning settlement. Was Isra really spreading itself so thin? She soon found herself in the Forum, glancing around at the throngs of people around her. Understandably most kept their distance, as the first to have passed too closely had to duck lest lose an ear to one of the snapping eels, as if the two brawny men that flanked her weren't enough. Yet like any predator, she needed to know her prey.
One of the swarthy men cleared his throat and as she glanced back at him her eyes followed along the line of his pointing finger to spot a relatively unassuming young man. She might have thought little of him, were it not for the feline features she heard tale of in relation to their glorious leader. Changing her direction she gestured for the men to hang back, approaching the man alone but for her two constant companions. The eels stretched themselves outwards, as if trying to get as wide a view of the man as possible as she stopped a safe distance away.
"You there," she addressed, her voice low, resonating like a crashing wave and as devoid of emotional flux as one could imagine. "I've only just entered port. Could you tell me where exactly this is?"
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Ito
Established
Roleplay posts: 41
Age: 23
Appearance: Ito has a thin but wiry physique and unkempt dark hair that matches the color of his rather fluffy tail and large ears.
His skin is an even darkish tan save for the scarring on his neck, wrists, and ankles that one could guess was caused by shackles. There are also several white markings on his face and nose. Eye color is a vibrant yellow.
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Equipment: Ito’s clothing consists of rather baggy long sleeve shirts and pants of varying shades of dark brown and gray. He usually wears a rather large but thin scarf of sorts over this, secured by a silver brooch fashioned as a leaf. Depending on the trip, he carries either just a single or numerous bags with him. Each is primarily filled with various survival gear, water, rations, etc. However, some contain items less vital to survival such as paper, ink.
He also carries a long metallic chain, one end having a collar large enough to go around someone's neck and the other end large enough to go around a wrist or ankle. Numerous tiny runes are inscribed on both ends of the chain.
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Biography: The 4th child of Naoki, Ito was one of the many heirs to the Isran Empire. As one of Naoki's more rebellious offspring, Ito was often seen outside The Citadel grounds — much to the chagrin of his tutors.
As part of his training, Ito went to face Isra's enemies in war. To help him hone his gift to its full potential, a handpicked irregular unit was formed around him. Acting as one of Isra's premier strike teams, Ito's team imposed the Empress's will across the realm.
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Allegiances: To his unit
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Jan 5, 2022 9:33:54 GMT -5
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Post by Ito on Feb 20, 2022 15:20:10 GMT -5
Ito had been gazing off absentmindedly at a particularly run-down shack and didn’t notice Faera’s approach until she spoke. Glancing over at her, Ito had to do a slight double-take at her rather unusual appearance. Blue skin but more importantly she had two living eels coming out of her back? Ito had never heard of such a species of creatures before so he really wasn’t sure what he was dealing with here.
Of course, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t answer the woman’s question. During his time in Isra he had both encountered and worked with all manner of creatures. A woman with some eels attached to her wasn’t going to cause him to forsake politeness.
“This is Port Argentium,” Ito said with a raised eyebrow, giving the woman a curious look before continuing. “But if you meant where it is in relation to everywhere else. Well, I don’t think anyone has the answer to that question.”
While he could leave it at that, Ito figured he might as well expand a bit more on the last point. From the sound of things, this woman hadn’t yet realized the magnitude of the flooding. She’d find out soon enough from some stranger, so why shouldn’t that stranger be him?
“You probably won’t believe me, so feel free to go ask the others, but uh…” Ito wasn’t sure how to tactfully explain that the world had ended, so might as well just come out and say it. “As far as everyone can tell, the Overworld was completely destroyed by flooding. The place we’re at now, it’s somewhere else entirely.”
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Lady Naoki
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 345
Appearance: Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed.
Allegiances: New Isra
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 22:31:18 GMT -5
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Post by Lady Naoki on May 30, 2022 4:51:33 GMT -5
As Lady Naoki looks on, a nearby dandelion is swiftly and rather forcibly stripped bare, its seeds scattered immediately to the winds. It’s a touch blowy today, she notes to herself, as though she hadn’t already noticed.
Indeed, it is something of a windy day in Port Argentium, but work proceeds apace. The Forum is, slowly but surely, coming together before her very eyes, as the workmen before her ease another paver into place. Another shipment of stone arrived yesterday, and with the majority of houses finished, she thought it high time work began on seeing the town’s square properly paved. One can only tread on tamped dirt for so long before it begins to grow old, and it had long since grown old.
Seated on a corner of the stone edifice girding the bonfire, Lady Naoki looks on as the lads work. With the fire at her back thus, her tail wrapped closely around her (so as not to get disheveled any further by the wind) and today’s lunch in hand, outwardly, Naoki appears rather content.
The opposite is true for several reasons — not the least of which is today’s ‘lunch’. Between bites, she regards it with some distaste; it’s something adjacent to a disk of cornbread, garnished with a fruit jam. However, Laute wasn’t present when this was made, and she can tell. The concept is acceptable, but in practice, neither the taste nor the texture agrees with Naoki’s palate. There’s also a bit of sawdust in here, despite her orders to the contrary.
Sighing, Naoki takes another bite and casts her eyes about the plaza, such as it is. Aside from herself, the workmen, and the pallet of pavers, there are some folks. Most are at work elsewhere during the day, but some who she knows to work nearby are taking their lunch here as well, she can see. Over on the far side, there are some children — some of the few children, playing with a ring and sticks, in that stereotypical manner that children do. They’re a bit ragged, a bit dirty, but doing fine enough, but the look of it.
That’s emblematic of the settlement, Naoki supposes: fine enough. Nominally, all of the most important needs are being met, people are more or less safe in the settlement, and progress is being made. Every day, she’s forced to suppose that the state of affairs is acceptable, but it’s still difficult, even this many months later, to reconcile it all and accept this new reality.
Above, the sun emerges rapidly from behind a cloud. Glancing up at it, Naoki squints and frowns at this message. It’s too pleasant of a day to be grumping in such a manner. Tsking to herself, Lady Naoki shakes her head, stands, and unhinges her jaw to cleanly accommodate the remainder of her lunch.
Cheeks full of dusty cornbread, Lady Naoki casts her eyes about the plaza again, this time with a mind to find some trouble, or perhaps make some.
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Rain
Established
Roleplay posts: 46
Appearance: Rain has medium tan skin, earthy brown eyes and darkest brown hair that has been kept in long braids. A collection of teeth and fangs from her successful hunts have been sewn into the length of some of her braids. She wears warpaint that denote her tribe and family lineage in terms of pattern and color.
She mostly wears clothes made of leather, fur and dyed woven plant fibre that has been carefully sewn together. She typically wears a headress using the head fur/skull/antlers of the animals commonly found within the season.
Equipment: Her weapons consists of two daggers that that can be joined and placed in the same sheath. They have symbols etched into the handle and base of the blade.
A small flask of blood that has been treated with herbs and oil to prevent coagulation.
Pouch of herbs.
Skills and Abilities: Hunting and tracking: She usually hunts creatures of a bestial nature, but it not necessarily limited to animals.
Dancing: Due to the nature of her Magic, learning the proper base skills to dance was a must. She specializes in an acrobatic form of weapon dancing.She can use swords and spear/staves in her routines though her preferred is her two dagger technique.
Simple weaponry skills: handy for all things self defense related, hunting related and dance related (See Dancing with Dagger).
Survivalist: They aren't fancy, but they are knowledgeable about what is needed to survive such as fire-making, shelter building, how to clothe and feed herself.
Dancing with Daggers(Ritual blood magic):
This ritual magic required both a component of blood to be poured onto her daggers and specific movements to be completed for an effect to be generated. Missing a step or getting interrupted will prevent the magic from taking effect. Once the effect is done the blood will "burn" away and require more blood before more effects can be completed.
Effects:
-Hunter's Breath: Rain points her daggers tips towards each other so that her arms form a loose circle where she will perform several increasingly fast spins either moving or in place. After, these spins are completed, she will break the circle while the other is kept at the level of her midsection while she slows her spins till she comes to a full stop. Successfully completing this set will give her an increase in her vigor/energy and allow her to feel significantly less exhaustion in the moment. Adequate rest will be needed after the effect wears off depending how strenuous her activities were while the effect was in place.
-Rage of the hound: The movements are short abrupt and fast, while she stomps her foot on the ground with a snarling expression. The movements are more flexible in style but she needs to keep stomping the beat long enough to go in blood rage. Blood rage will make her hyper focus on a single target, and make her strikes faster and stronger. She is less likely to notice pain in this state but will become acutely aware after it wears off or upon target death.
Blood's Eye: Rain must be able to complete her routine in the four directions. This is a slower more meditative dance that will put her in a trance like state in order to view the memories of the blood her blades are coated with. Depending on freshness and quantity the memories may be clearer and abundant, or fuzzy and sparse.
Wrath of the Ancestors: Has to manage to finish a dance in a circle and end where she started. Once the circle is complete all blood on her person, including her own becomes highly acidic to others and may leave burns and disfigurement to any that comes into contact till the effect ends.
Sickness Curse: A dance that required her to balance her daggers upright (By the handle) in her palms while she dances in place. The blood component must also be from the intended target, and for the target to get cut once dance is completed for chance of effect. If the effect takes, then the target will get an infection that can include high fever, Vomiting, delirium, sluggishness, Pains and if left untreated; possible death. If The Target has a decent immune system they may not feel any effect, or will get symptoms but eventually get better with proper tending on the wound itself. Disinfection the wound early enough can also prevent malady.
Dance of Stagnation: A fairly fluid dance that requires her to move loosely, meaning her daggers cut less deeply when they strike while she is performing this dance. If she manages to cut the target during this routine, the target will get a sudden onset of Anemia symptoms, which include Fatigue, weakness, dizziness ect.
These effects are difficult to mix together without unfortunate side effect, that being "Blood Curse". Blood Curse causes a burning sensation in the individual's veins all throughout their bodies It is an incapacitating kind of pain that Almost all Blood Dancers usually pass out from long before the effect wears off.
Biography: From When she was a little girl, Rain has only really known her village and the friendly faces of most of her fellow tribe. They had a mostly secure place in the heard of the forest, not far from rivers and lakes. They Were always big on hunting sport for both food and fun, though even if they came back empty handed, they'd still have the food from the field to not go hungry. She remembers the day she was old enough to get her face painted and how proud her mother was when she and the other kids all began learning the steps to their dances, while her father was in charge of teaching them to hunt. She remembers how one of the Elders, a braggart, showed his scars and made up wild stories about how he got them, while his long time friend and brother rolled his eyes, knowing the real reason was because he'd bailed his ass out of trouble more time than he even remembers by now.
She remembered when she she had performed her successful spell after so many failed attempts, falls and missteps.To boot, for all her trouble she was able to bring back to the village her first catch, a young deer they proceeded to cook up and celebrate the milestone. The day after, her mother tearfully told her that there was nothing more she could teach her, and that as for the rest, she should heed to the Ancestors and find it with her heart.
She remembered some bitterly cold winters after, a few faces passing away in peace, And her spending much of her time communing with her ancestors. She was a full woman, her village relied on her now, and as one of their best she did all she could to provide and teach. She had been in the middle of a hunt when the flood waters came...
Allegiances: None
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 18:35:18 GMT -5
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Post by Rain on Jun 6, 2022 18:50:56 GMT -5
Perhaps luckily for the lady, trouble would find her. Or rather it would arrive in the form of Rain walking with her usual stoicism, not necessarily an uncommon sight on its own, but what made it a bit unique this time around were the rivers of blood that looked like a bucket of it had just been poured over her head. This time however, she lacked any injuries beyond a few scuffs but nothing like the number Blackbean had done on her in the past.
The wind was just enough to sway her braids in spite of the weight of the teeth woven in them. The painted and bloodied woman caught a could of the wayward raids and tucked it behind her ear as she approached this place she unfortunately called home. The Houses were strange, the customs hadn't gotten any less complicated, the people had been a mixed bag of traumatized, indifferent or in some ways unfriendly, but it at leave gave her rations. It wasn't much, it wasn't *good*, but it kept a belly full- that was until the hunters all began to have problems. If they made it back at all, it had become a familiar sight to see a hunter return empty handed or worse off than they left. It was dangerous work, the days were often long and lonely as they often were the first to have the misfortune of discovering upon danger of some kind.
As was the case this time, but Rain had been the lucky survivor of her encounter that day, and as she strolled up to the plaza she stepped a foot into the strange mud mixture the pavers were using to cobble some stones together. She grimaced with some disgust while no doubt getting an earful from one of the workers which she ignored in favor of standing in the center of the plaza.
"Brothers and Sisters heed me!" her voice had a rare boastfulness to it carrying it over the wind, "I have slain a giant beast that had come to threaten our shore! Tusks- Each as thick as my arms!" She gestured to her arm as if to emphasize how big this creature was. "It bears the face of a mountain cat, but the body of a fish! I've never seen anything like it! I need a few strong hands to help carry it home so that we may eat a few days more!"
The explanation given to the best of her ability, she held her still bloody dagger up towards the sky. "Who's with me?"
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Burzul Thorne
New
Roleplay posts: 2
Appearance: At a towering seven feet tall and with muscles that can bend iron bars, Burzul is an absolute mountain of a man. His green skin and prominent tusks denote him as an orc, while the tattoos on his arms and the scars across his face mark him as a brawler. His strength is the subject of all manner of whispers, with tales ranging from wrestling with dragons to pulling whales from the sea with his bare hands. Burzul does little to spread such rumors, but he seldom refutes them. His twin sister, on the other hand, seems to delight in hearing the stories and embellishing upon them to anyone who might care to listen. Like Mirela, he wears a dark cloak with a black Isran flag emblazoned upon the back, although his is likely large enough to serve as a small tent in a pinch.
Allegiances: The Empire, its Empress, and the Imperial Vizier
Registered: Sept 12, 2023 22:39:48 GMT -5
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Post by Burzul Thorne on Sept 13, 2023 20:23:35 GMT -5
As the main marketplace and gathering area of Port Argentium, the Forum was seldom found empty. Today was no exception, as crowds of New Israns bustled about from stall to stall and bartered for all manner of goods. A cacophony of voices floated over the densely packed plaza as people haggled and shouted and laughed with their friends, filling the space with the buzz of chatter that denoted a busy, well-kept marketplace. The rich, mouthwatering scent of baked squashes and roasting meats filled the air, emanating from the countless stalls set up by enterprising cooks offering something different from the fare served at the main cookhouse. It was, by all accounts, a very pleasant place to spend one's time.
The chatter and cheer, however, did not extend to the entirety of the Forum. A hulking orc man in a black coat strode purposefully through the Forum, parting the crowds like a shark through a school of fish. Conversations dropped to hushed whispers as he passed, creating a bubble of eerie silence around him as he walked. Whenever he approached, townsfolk turned their faces away, not wanting to be seen. Some of the newer arrivals, not understanding the situation, tried to ask what was going on. They were quickly shushed by the others, those who had grown up within the borders of the Empire. The long black cloak was unmistakable, as was the blacked-out version of the Isran flag emblazoned upon its shoulder. Despite being so far from their homes, they all immediately recognized it and instinctively shied away. No Isran, after all, could ever forget the distinctive uniform of the Isran Inquisition.
As Burzul Thorne stepped effortlessly through the crowd, his gaze never lingered too long in one place. His eyes flicked from the faces of the stall-keepers to the worried customers, making mental notes of their reactions. He was by no means oblivious to the way people reacted when they saw him, but there was a difference between simple wariness and the quiet fear of somebody with something to hide. Every now and then, he would stop at a stall and ask to see their ledgers. He would read through the documents (which were almost always produced immediately) with a careful eye, looking for any discrepancies or signs of skimming and hoarding. The rules were very clear - everyone worked, and everyone ate. Hoarding much-needed supplies for one's own use or to sell on the side was forbidden. Occasionally, he'd pause in his reading to make a note in his little notebook, watching as the vendor swallowed nervously and shuffled their feet. If there was a discrepancy, there would be an inquiry. Usually, small shortfalls could be explained away as innocent mistakes. Occasionally though, the shortfalls would occur too regularly, and the mistakes too frequent. Valuable goods would vanish and pockets would grow heavier, usually with rare luxuries like washed-up liquor bottles. Dishonest acts such as this were one of the things that Inquisitor Thorne was tasked with rooting out for the good of the community. It was, after all, only by working together and obeying the rules that the colony would succeed.
As he walked, he heard a small child's voice ring out over the hushed whispers.
"Mama, who is that man? Why is everyone scared?"
He turned just in time to see a mother scoop a girl of about four into her arms, shushing her hurriedly and shaking her head. Glancing up, she spotted the Inquisitor's gaze upon her and went pale. As he began to stride towards her, she took a step back, holding up a hand protectively in front of her child.
"Please, Inquisitor," she started, voice shaking with fear. "She didn't mean any offense, I swear. She didn't mean anything by-"
Burzul cut her off with a raise of his hand, and she fell silent. Stepping around her, he loomed over her diminutive figure, casting a shadow over her as he leaned down. Her daughter looked up to see what was blocking out the sun, and he caught her gaze.
"I am Inquisitor Burzul Thorne, little one," he said, his voice as deep as a dire wolf's growl. "What I am doing is very simple. My job is merely to ensure that everybody around here gets their fair share of food, fabrics, or other such things. I do that by making sure everybody follows the rules. After all, to steal from the state is to steal from your own friends and family. You follow the rules, don't you, child?"
The little girl stared up at him wide-eyed for a few moments before giving him a tentative nod. Her mother cringed, her knuckles going white as she clutched the child tightly to her chest.
"That's what I thought," said Burzul, giving the child a soft pat on the head. "Have a good day, ma'am."
With that, he turned and continued on his walk through the market. The onlookers had grown entirely silent, with even the whispers hushed. It was only after it was clear that he wasn't going to turn back that he heard the mother start to breathe again. Chuckling softly to himself, he jotted down another note in his book. The mother had been on their surveillance list for a couple of weeks now, suspected of stealing boxes of candles from the storehouses. He had a hunch that she'd give it up, but one could never be too sure with criminals. The surveillance would continue, of course. If they caught her doing it again, he would be paying her another visit. The next time, he was sure, would not end so cordially.
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Whiskers
Established
Roleplay posts: 28
Appearance: A grey and white cat with piercing blue eyes. He sports a pirate outfit fit for the finest of crews. A large black captain's hat with crossbones, a caution to others. Is he a captain? No one really knows. Whiskers wears a black shirt as soft as cotton. The black sleeves embroidered with gold accents give way to white ruffled sleeve ends. The shirt has a cute white collar that Whiskers prefers to wear up. Did Whiskers dress himself, or has someone put him in it? No one truly knows.
Equipment: Whiskers takes with him a small pouch used to carry fish, papers, and other oddities.
Skills and Abilities: He does cat things since he is indeed a cat. In addition, he does occasionally deliver letters, but he himself is a true and through pirate.
Biography: meow meow meow meow meow. Meow meow! meow? MEOW!? Meow meow mrrrrr Meow.
Allegiances: anyone with a can of tuna
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 17:01:56 GMT -5
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Post by Whiskers on Sept 16, 2023 16:44:13 GMT -5
A cool cat is back in town and it isn't Naoki. Whiskers who was busy with a bag of catnip has finally found his way back to town. After all the rough tumbling with the bag, he somehow keeps his uniform in top condition. Not a wrinkle to be seen.
Today he has decided to do some sunbathing in the town's plaza. How can anyone resist his cute demeanor? Little did these unsuspecting people know, they were being manipulated by a calculated genius for any scraps of food. Something else however draws his attention. Something even more delectable than food, a female cat. Whiskers stands from his lounging and saunters over to the pretty kitty. Whiskers is always on the prowl for food and tail. He makes his way over and start putting on the cat rizz. People call him Whiskers, but his lovers, call him Carlos.
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Lady Naoki
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 345
Appearance: Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed.
Allegiances: New Isra
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 22:31:18 GMT -5
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Post by Lady Naoki on Feb 20, 2024 16:26:29 GMT -5
Standing atop a modest wooden podium, Lady Naoki clears her throat as she prepares to address a crowd gathered in The Forum. They were informed in the days prior that an announcement of some note would be made today. “People of Isra!” Her voice booms out with unnatural volume, reaching far beyond the crowd assembled before her. “Since we landed here, we have toiled day in and day out to build this town — our town, and we have done admirably. We have homes, we have amenities, we have, broadly, all that we strictly need. This is no Old Isra, but it is good. We have done well, and I no longer need to have such a strong hand in guiding our development.” A murmur from the crowd, but they’re not sure what she’s going to announce. “Today marks a turning point in our stay here on these Isles,” she continues. “The start of a new chapter, characterized by different policies. Notably: the time has come to reintroduce currency into our society!” At this, a great murmur goes up through the crowd. Port Argentium has been operating as a command economy since its inception. Under Lady Naoki’s guidance, the town has grown into what it is. But to those living there, most are used to other systems, such as the mixed market system of Old Isra. And to them, it has felt strange. Some have chafed under it, having been restricted from operating their chosen craft. Others have thrived, having had the burden of poverty lifted and their needs taken care of. As Lady Naoki announces the change now, the reception is mixed. She waits for a moment for the hubbub to die down, then continues. “The specifics of this may change some, but starting tomorrow, those of you performing jobs for the state will be paid. Those of you who have been operating businesses at my direction for no pay will begin charging for the goods and services you provide. And those of you who may wish to start a new business may submit an application at The Basilica.” “The Mess Hall will continue to operate and provide food to all who need it. Hunters and farmers will be obligated to provide a portion of their produce to The Mess Hall so that none go hungry, but now they may sell the remainder — be that to restaurants, merchants, or individuals. “The currency will be Isran gold,” she says. From a pocket, she produces a shiny gold coin, holding it aloft for all to see. “The Depravity’s vault was full, and there ought to be enough for our use. The value of currency may be strange,” she admits. “With a smaller amount of currency in circulation, a smaller population, and a completely new economy, gold may be worth more or less than what you are used to. And it may fluctuate quite a bit as we all adapt over the course of the coming months.” “I will be watching the value of currency, and will implement controls if things begin to go awry. This situation is ripe for abuse, but I will not tolerate it — nor will The Inquisition. I ask that all exercise caution in spending their coin, act in good faith, and be fair with your fellows , or you shall be hearing from me.” Glancing down her notes, Lady Naoki allows the crowd to digest that for a moment before finding her next point. “If you have old gold that you’ve held on to, wonderful, it is yours and you may use it. If you have another type of currency, hold on to it. In the coming days, there will be moneyers, and they will be able to convert it into the equivalent weight of Isran Gold, Silver, and Copper. This process will, again, be conducted through The Basilica.” “Restrictions will remain in place regarding trade with other settlements, and to avoid falling afoul of The Inquisition, all trade involving outsiders should be conducted through my office, except as otherwise noted. Minting Isran gold without my express approval has always and will continue to be a crime that I would advise heavily against — but if you are skilled in such matters, I would happily employ you as one of those moneyers, as mentioned.” “There will also be a small collection of new businesses. We will, at long last, have a proper bathhouse, opening later this week. Once it opens, please use it — especially those of you in the front row.” This gets a bit of a chuckle from those further back. “Sometime soon, The Ring will be upgraded,” Lady Naoki continues, “To have seats, betting, and potentially other types of fights. Further, Madame Blythe will be opening her House of the Celestial Body, so save some coin for that, if that is your pleasure.” Gesturing over to one side, Naoki indicates Fiona Blythe , who is standing nearby. “Questions.” She prompts the audience. She doesn't usually invite discussion after a speech, but this is a relatively complex matter, such that she would sooner address ambiguities now than deal with misunderstandings later.
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Skarlet
Committed
Roleplay posts: 53
Age: Her exact age is ambiguous but she has lived atleast a couple human lifetimes by now.
Appearance: Skarlet has Pale skin, red eyes and sharp teeth when she needs them. Her hair is dark brown but she has a streak of red in the front. Her wardrobe is always designed to cover up as much of her body as she can to shield herself from the sun.
Skills and Abilities: Night Vision
Enhanced Senses
Dream Walker
Vampirism
Flash Freezing technique
Biological Manipulation
Biography: Lady Skarlet is a Vampire and adopted daughter of Lady Naoki, though she's not exactly the same Skarlet that she knew from back then. This Skarlet came from an alternate future where something terrible had happened to Lady Naoki, and Skarlet became leader of her own nation for a while, years passed since and Skarlet has had a couple more families, she waged war against Men and Demons, She's loved and lost.
Naoki should be able to tell that even though Skarlet looks as young as ever, her eyes have changed and hint that she has probably lived through a couple lifetimes since last they saw each other.
Allegiances: Lady Naoki
Place of Residence: Naoki's Estate
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 14:38:24 GMT -5
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Post by Skarlet on Feb 21, 2024 0:40:42 GMT -5
Skarlet had just returned from abroad and was informed there was an announcement about to happen, She dragged a reluctant Wah Doobie with her to the forum. This would be Skarlet's first time seeing Naoki again in a long time and she was glad she was alright. She would wave if Naoki noticed her in the crowd, but otherwise she was just going to listen and observe. Currency was returning and gold is on top, this was a refreshing change for Skarlet because she came from a future where Gold had lost most of its value. She looks down Wah Doobie and thinks of how fortunate it is that she has control of him right now, IF Wah can detect where gold is with his powers that would be a great economic advantage for Isra. Wah Doobie really didn't care to be here, The crowd of people bothered him and he didn't exactly understand the value of money to begin with. The Kobold youngster looked up at his superior Skarlet and asked her, "What's a House of the Celestial Body? Do they look up at the stars like my Dad?" "No, I don't think that's what they'll be looking at. Probably someplace a kid like you should stay away from." Skarlet glances over to catch a look at what Fiona is wearing today.
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Coatl of the Imilla
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 143
Appearance: Skin just a skosh darker than an old clay pot. The shade of his hat occludes black, sun-beaten eyes, wavy, matted hair, and just enough beard to protect his chin. His hands are coarse and leathery, with wiry tendons. His height isn't quite imposing, it's but enough to lend credence to a purposeful stride and posture.
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Equipment: An old duster, scarf, and cotton shirt and slacks. A thin brigandine with copper plates and a military-grade pitchfork.
A single candle, a reagent of now forbidden degrees of power.
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Skills and Abilities: On his home turf, Coatl could manifest formidable elemental magic. Here the magic is suppressed down to more subtle manipulations. However, the spirit of Cuaté, the "Witch", is still with him.
Coatl is, at his core, a simple farmhand. His experience working on ranches and plantations has earned him a strong physique and a way with animals. When he was a teenager, he also spent some time as a city guard and militiaman, giving him basic competence with a variety of weapons.
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Biography: The Imilla Clan were migrant farmers and laborers, selling themselves to wealthier kingdoms. They were a people bound by working shanties, and stories of an Eden from whence their ancestors came. As a youth, Coatl felt they were naive. They possessed the most basic of martial skills and required the aid of capricious spirits with weak magic to protect them.
His suspicions were half true, for when they encountered a malevolent kingdom, they were very nearly enslaved. However, his parent's commitment to peace earned him, and him in particular, the loyalty of an ancestral spirit that was far more dependable.
Using the power of this spirit, Coatl and a few other "chosen ones" helped bring prosperity and safety to their clan, ensuring that no one else would try to enslave them. The golden years of their people came to an abrupt end, however, when the flood waters came...
Registered: Mar 20, 2021 23:42:08 GMT -5
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Post by Coatl of the Imilla on Feb 21, 2024 1:33:34 GMT -5
Due to the timeline-shifting nature of the floodwaters, there were, in fact, some members of the Imilla who had never actually used gold as currency. There was murmuring and a bit of confusion. What made this yellow metal so special that the Israns would give up everything for it? What about the people who did in fact thrive under bartering? Or for people who had only ever known bartering? Heck, there were a few people among the Imilla who had just barely gotten used to the concept of private property. What about craftsman who only saw gold for its aesthetic value? Coatl, arms folded, called out to a group of murmuring tribals who had organically huddled together to commiserate in their confusion. "They want the shiny stones you've been using. They'll give shiny circles in exchange. If you don't like it, just give the circles back and they'll give you back the stones. But before you do that, know that you can also use the shiny circles to get other things like food, water, materials, and weapons. That's about it." That... seemed to work for them. They tilted their heads and shrugged, seemingly satisfied. "And if they don't think our shiny stones are good enough?" Mikele said under her breath next to Coatl. "Then they'll be good enough for us. Currency will never interfere with us taking care of each other or looking after our own. We'll make sure of that." Mikele sighed and looked around at her people. "I sure hope so. I'm sure you know more about gold than I do. But if there's one thing I understand better than you, it's greed." Coatl sighed through his nostrils, as was his habit. But his eyes were in accord. Mikele folded her arms. "Yah, I know the feeling." That's cute. You guys are adopting each other's habits."Oh shut up." Mikele flicked Cuate's small sprite form away.
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Fiona Blythe
Established
Roleplay posts: 14
Age: 26
Appearance: Fiona is a highly attractive woman, with high cheekbones, a small nose, and a soft complexion. Her long, wavy hair is a dark brown, and her eyes a warm, smouldering green. For most of her life, catching eyes was part of her career, she was her own advertisement, so maintaining her good looks what a priority for a long time.
She's of medium height and a toned build, yet soft and supple where it counts the most. The only thing someone might consider as a blemish is a handful of small beauty moles that break up the gentle sea of clear, pale skin.
Equipment: Fiona didn't manage to bring much with her from Isra, largely only the supplies she had in her backpack and the clothes on her back, leaving behind her fortune and vast wardrobe, much to her annoyance.
What she has is a dress donated to her a few months prior, which was made up of browns and beige, very much not her style, but she made it work with some minor adjustments. While a boring outfit, she wasn't as interested in catching eyes as she had been previously.
What mattered most was what was held in her backpack. Tools of the thieving trade, including a grapple rope, three smoke bombs, a set of throwing knives, along with her twin pair of finely crafted blades assigned to her when she became an agent for the crown. As much as she loved her personal blades, the craftsmanship of her new pair gave her reason to retire them.
As well as the blades is her unique, lightweight armour that obscured her identity as well as it protected her. The armoured plates were painted a matte grey, stopping them from reflecting any lights, and the mails covered by lightweight leather materials.
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Unfortunately her favourite bow was lost months ago.
Skills and Abilities: Fiona's 'day job' made her a master seductress and an incredible lover, for that was why she was paid so highly. She also had a good sense of business, and could mix one hell of a drink.
After dark however, her skills shifted into something more practical for those who lacked certain morals. She is a master thief, making her a master at stealth, lock picking, and acrobatics, as well as having a keen eye and ear for expensive items and valuable information.
In combat, she's fast and accurate with a pair of daggers, and one hell of a shot with a bow.
Biography: Before the end times, Fiona was known as one of the most exclusive and sought after escorts, with her beauty only matched by her grace. She made a small fortune schmoozing and doing business with the rich and famous amongst the nobility of Isra and beyond. She was always quite the seductress and found great pride in parting the rich from their gold in exchange for her company. Eventually she found enough success in her business that she opened a highly exclusive brothel in Isra’s richest district - The Violet Star.
However there was another side to Fiona that many did not know. While she made her public fortune on her back, she made far more as one of Isra’s master thieves, known only to the powers of the underworld. These people would commission Fiona to break into highly secure places, to steal great artefacts or riches, and to test security of their enterprises, to name only a few of Fiona’s talents.
A combination of her secret and public life also earned her a reputation in the underworld as an effective and often reliable information broker. She and those who worked under her were skilled manipulators, pulling secrets from their clients in the form of pillow talk. Nothing got the rich and powerful talking like laying next to a gorgeous woman in a soft bed, where they felt the safest. When suited up, Fiona got her information first hand, breaking into homes and safes to find secrets and information to be used as blackmail or a leg up over the competition.
However, on one fateful evening, she eventually caught the eye of the Empress and was offered an ultimatum. The Imperial secret service knew of her activities, so she could either be made an example of and be imprisoned for a very long time, or put her skills and business to good use in the name of the Empire. She chose the latter.
It was on a mission for the crown that Fiona narrowly escaped death during the great floods. She found herself climbing from a window after a successful mission when the waves came crashing in. Using her acrobatic skills and her prowess, she managed to get above the waves and eventually onto floating debris, carried by the newly formed tides.
She spent a day adrift, completely befuddled over what to do. The city was gone, or maybe she’d just been carried out too far, but her doom seemed inevitable. Fortunately, her lucky streak wasn’t over yet, and she was soon rescued by a galleon that had turned pirate.
Months passed since the end of the world. She changed her name to Emma Thompson to avoid anyone who may know her, and earned her way out of being a prisoner by seducing the captain and his first mate, which in turn allowed her to prove herself in combat through duelling on the deck. She needed a new plan to escape the savages…
Over the course of the months, she sewed the seeds of discontent among the crew, and on a raiding mission on a small refugee fleet she put her plan into effect. A mutiny sparked during the raid and in the chaos she joined the civilian escort ship’s forces, beating the pirates back. Its here that she crossed paths with one Andrea Lanne, who she knew from her time in Isra. She aided the injured cat woman onto a refugee ship before returning to the battle.
The escort ship broke off to give the rest of the fleet an out, and were eventually victorious, but the ship was heavily damaged and the crew dwindled to a fraction of its full strength. Though distrustful, the captain allowed her passage in payment for her assistance, once she explained what she’d done.
Eventually, deep into the mists, the ship would group up with a small brigantine escort and its own refugee ship. While the crew joined the escort, Fiona slipped into the ranks of refugees as Emma once more. She was finally Mistbourne bound to a whole new life.
Registered: Aug 9, 2023 15:09:52 GMT -5
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Post by Fiona Blythe on Feb 21, 2024 16:15:17 GMT -5
The giddiness had been building in Fiona for quite some time, long before the announcement of the announcement. As Naoki’s temporary assistant, she’d been privy to some of the goings on behind the scenes, and the discussion of money, coinciding with the construction of her new business, had her heart pumping with excitement. In an old life she may have sold that information, but these days her skills at secret keeping were far more important.
She stood near Naoki’s side, dressed in a very fancy, very borrowed dress that surprisingly fit quite well. Her only other outfits weren’t quite as grand as her new status demanded, but thankfully her budding friendship with the town’s leader had its benefits. The violet and lavender of the dress’ folds complimented her slightly pale skin and brown hair quite well, and the gold stitching was eye catching to say the least. That and the pendant that hung from her neck at all times, a silver circle with a purple gem, moulded into the shape of a star right in the middle.
The woman listened to Naoki’s speech, and curtsied a little at the mention of her name, followed by an appreciative nod to the empress when gestured to. To have it announced made the joy swell in her chest, and her heart fluttered at the mention of her establishment’s new name in such an official manner. Her old life was quickly coming back, day by day, even if it was just the public half.
She held her hands in front of her with a warm smile, almost expecting questions herself, but there’d be a time for that later, especially after the restrictions she had in place became clear. Prices would be subject to change as the town figured out the value of their new currency, but more importantly the House of the Celestial Body was, for the moment, an appointment only establishment. Fiona had the men and women in her employ, but she needed time to discover the demand for their services.
There may be a recruitment drive in her future.
For the time being, however, she remains quiet, basking in the glow of her own pride. Considering the looks she was getting from the crowd, she anticipated the money would start flowing very soon.
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Ito
Established
Roleplay posts: 41
Age: 23
Appearance: Ito has a thin but wiry physique and unkempt dark hair that matches the color of his rather fluffy tail and large ears.
His skin is an even darkish tan save for the scarring on his neck, wrists, and ankles that one could guess was caused by shackles. There are also several white markings on his face and nose. Eye color is a vibrant yellow.
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Equipment: Ito’s clothing consists of rather baggy long sleeve shirts and pants of varying shades of dark brown and gray. He usually wears a rather large but thin scarf of sorts over this, secured by a silver brooch fashioned as a leaf. Depending on the trip, he carries either just a single or numerous bags with him. Each is primarily filled with various survival gear, water, rations, etc. However, some contain items less vital to survival such as paper, ink.
He also carries a long metallic chain, one end having a collar large enough to go around someone's neck and the other end large enough to go around a wrist or ankle. Numerous tiny runes are inscribed on both ends of the chain.
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Biography: The 4th child of Naoki, Ito was one of the many heirs to the Isran Empire. As one of Naoki's more rebellious offspring, Ito was often seen outside The Citadel grounds — much to the chagrin of his tutors.
As part of his training, Ito went to face Isra's enemies in war. To help him hone his gift to its full potential, a handpicked irregular unit was formed around him. Acting as one of Isra's premier strike teams, Ito's team imposed the Empress's will across the realm.
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Allegiances: To his unit
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Jan 5, 2022 9:33:54 GMT -5
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Post by Ito on Feb 26, 2024 1:50:09 GMT -5
Ito had just happened to be passing by, running his usual delivery errands when he saw the gathering crowd with his mother Naoki at the forefront. He vaguely recalled hearing mention that there would be an announcement today but honestly, that info had gone in one ear and out the other. The fact he happened upon it during a delivery, however… Hell, he could go see what it was about! Skirting along the edge of the crowd, Ito found just what he was looking for, a building to sit on! Scaling the side of the building with ease, Ito took a seat on its edge, legs swinging absentmindedly as they dangled off the side.
He wasn’t worried about getting yelled at by the inhabitants for this action, he knew them quite well given they were on his delivery route! Placing both hands palm down behind him, Ito leaned back a bit as he listened to Naoki’s speech. The introduction of currency came as a bit of a surprise to him, but he didn’t necessarily mind it. Bartering for stuff was fun and all, but it proved a bit inconvenient if one of the objects you were exchanging was a pain to carry around.
Not being allowed to trade with other settlements sounded a bit heavy-handed to Ito, but authoritarianism had done wonders for the Isran Empire in the past so why go messing with a working formula? Surely his mother just wanted the best for the people of Port Argentium! Shifting slightly as Naoki asked the crowd if there were any questions, Ito was quick to raise a hand and wave it around, bracelets jangling all the while until he got his mother’s attention.
“I have a question I’d like to ask on behalf of the people of Isra, Lady Naoki.” Clearing his throat, Ito sprung up so he was now standing on the roof of the house. “From speaking to many people in and around the settlement daily, I’m aware there’s already some worry about potential inequality from those who arrived here with nothing but the clothes on their back vs those who arrived here already ladened with provisions and supplies. I think it is reasonable to bring up the potential problem that allowing currency those currently hold to be used in this new system you are proposing. Those most likely to have arrived with a supply of gold or other money are likely already ahead of the curve in physical possessions so this would only further widen the gap. In addition, this could work to devalue the hard-earned currency of those who had to earn it here in the new world. Should we be valuing money that was earned in a different reality from our own?” Motioning to a nearby Inquisitor in the crowd, Ito continued. “I figured it’d only be fair for me to bring up such a concern since I wouldn’t want others who are more cautious of our peacekeepers to stay silent out of fear of retaliation. An unfounded fear of course, but the Inquisition has always held an impressive reputation.”
Glancing around at the crowd a bit as he judged their reaction, Ito offered a half-shrug before sitting back down and waiting to hear his mother’s response.
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Lady Naoki
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 345
Appearance: Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed.
Allegiances: New Isra
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 22:31:18 GMT -5
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Post by Lady Naoki on Mar 10, 2024 2:45:45 GMT -5
Having spotted Ito on the roof earlier, Lady Naoki isn’t surprised when he pipes up. She points at him, “A fine question, Ito. Thank you.”
Raising one finger, she starts into the first portion of her reply. “To begin with, everyone will still continue to receive all that they need. Everyone’s home is still their own, The Mess Hall will continue to serve all citizens of Isra without charge, and basic services, like the upcoming Bath House, will not charge. Those of us who arrived with naught have, through all of our work, gained, as we have built this settlement and this society together. Even those newcomers who arrive even now with naught may join us, work alongside us, and have for themselves the same that we do.”
Raising another finger, the continues. “Some few of us, yes, have been fortunate enough to arrive with more. A few, even with laden tradeships. But by that, there’s really only The Green Queen, and Captain Frankie has been very cooperative in sharing her supplies. If not for her contributions, we would be lacking several vegetables and glassmaking tools, for instance. It seems fair to me that she will be compensated for her assistance. Beyond hers, I know of no other significant sums of gold. ”
“And then,” Naoki continues, raising a third finger, “There lies a significant logistical challenge in re-minting all the currency. As far as I am concerned, gold is gold is gold. If you have some, wonderful. If you don’t, you can still live comfortably, and work to earn some. A few hundred here or there will make some difference in the short term, perhaps, but what will truly determine wealth as time goes on will be successful businesses. I expect to be inundated over the next several weeks with ambitious citizens hoping to start a business. I look forward to hearing these proposals, and ask that all those who have them be patient with me.” Nodding to the crowd, Lady Naoki considers the question answered suitably. Looking out across the crowd, she looks for additional questions.
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"Blanco" Loyola
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Age: 35
Appearance: "Blanco" is a giant of a man, built like a heavily scarred 7' brick shithouse. His blonde hair is shaved on the sides of his scalp but kept flowing on top. His stony face is covered in scars and blonde muttonchops, with his pale blue eyes staring down anyone in his path. His body is covered in tattoos gained from a Rondon witch, often seen moving within their vignettes.
Equipment: Before the Cataclysm he was a small time pirate operating out of Rondon, using a small sloop named "The Manticore" to scavenge sunken ships. The sloop helped carry him away when the world flooded and got him a job with the other survivors at New Isra as a fisherman.
He carries three jambiyas on his person and has access to several harpoons on his ship. He has a few pieces of jewelry: a heavy metal bracelet made of iron, a beaded necklace, and several earrings. His left hand is covered in a canvas glove held together by leather belts, while most of his torso is bare. His lower half is covered in brown woolen pants, a sash of purple silk, canvas shoes also held together by leather belts, leather knee guards, and cotton cloth skirting.
Skills and Abilities: "Blanco" is a decent enough fisherman, though he had become a pirate to escape that life. When he was a youth he learned how to dive for long periods at a time to gather pearls and sunken treasures. Since then he has learned how to brawl, knife fight, be surprisingly quiet given his size, and slip under the noses of authorities to deliver "liberated" goods. His tattoos can potentially see the future, if viewed by the correct person, while the tattoed eyes on the back of his head allow him to see behind him.
Biography: "Blanco" was born the poor son of a fisherman and pearl diver in the Kingdom of Rondon. Souring on the life quickly he took to scavenging shipwrecks in the delta before moving onto liberating items from ships docked.
Registered: Sept 23, 2023 14:44:32 GMT -5
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Post by "Blanco" Loyola on Mar 17, 2024 17:14:21 GMT -5
Standing at the back of the crowd a tall, blonde man smiled wolfishly at the news. He had come back into port that morning with a haul of squid, tuna, and... something yet to be declared. A green and purple chest that he had not yet dared to open, hidden in a compartment only he knew about. He knew magical items well enough to know that unless he found the right person he would be turned into a frog or even worse... a cat person.
Well that solves the part of profit he grinned to himself as he stepped forward. But, he was also under the guise of being a humble fish monger, so raising his canvassed hand and stepping forward he grimaced in mock supplication, "Your highness, will there be a chance for us humble merchants to be given a small... nest egg? So we can be able to break the larger coins of those wealthy folks who will inevitably want to spend their well earned coin? Of course once we receive enough we will return the loan in full." Not that he intended to of course, but if enough honest people would do it then perhaps he would slip through the cracks.
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Lady Naoki
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 345
Appearance: Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed.
Allegiances: New Isra
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 22:31:18 GMT -5
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Post by Lady Naoki on Apr 4, 2024 21:27:09 GMT -5
Lady Naoki’s ears swivel to focus on a man toward the back of the crowd as he pipes up.
“Again, there aren’t necessarily any wealthy folks yet,” she says, patient. “As I said, there’s Frankie, but she’s one individual. Beyond her, it’s just whoever happened to be clutching their coin purse when the flood came and has held onto it since then.”
“My planning assumes that very few of you have any coin to speak of, and is fair with that in mind. It’s not as though I’ll be going around, asking ‘Before the flood, were you a wealthy merchant before the flood or a laborer?’ and then distributing more or less coinage based on your answers. Every citizen of Port Argentium has been working — whatever you were doing before, you’ve been working. And you’ll be paid.”
“And in addition…” She pauses. She hadn’t intended to mention this at the outset. “There will be a certain amount of backpay distributed,” she says. “It will be included in everyone’s first pay. If you are working, and have been working, you can expect enough coins to jingle around.” At this, a small cheer goes up. Most people are still trying to figure out what the introduction of currency means for them, or thinking about what they’ll do with the backpay.
“Admittedly,” Lady Naoki continues, “You won’t be able to do much with your coins at first. In fact, I suggest to you all that you save the majority of your coin for once businesses begin to become more established. In a few month’s time, this Forum will be filled with stalls, these empty shops we’ve built will be manned and stocked, and soon after that, we might have half of the luxuries here that we had back in the Old World. Even that, I look forward to, and so should you!”
At this, a larger cheer goes up. This is a moment of progress, larger even than the establishment of the Buzzed Bee! (Although perhaps not more important in the minds of all citizens.) Things aren’t quite the way they were, but they’ve come a long way from how they were trapped on that miserable ship so long, and it’s a good feeling. Morale will be running high in Port Argentium for the next while.
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"Blanco" Loyola
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Age: 35
Appearance: "Blanco" is a giant of a man, built like a heavily scarred 7' brick shithouse. His blonde hair is shaved on the sides of his scalp but kept flowing on top. His stony face is covered in scars and blonde muttonchops, with his pale blue eyes staring down anyone in his path. His body is covered in tattoos gained from a Rondon witch, often seen moving within their vignettes.
Equipment: Before the Cataclysm he was a small time pirate operating out of Rondon, using a small sloop named "The Manticore" to scavenge sunken ships. The sloop helped carry him away when the world flooded and got him a job with the other survivors at New Isra as a fisherman.
He carries three jambiyas on his person and has access to several harpoons on his ship. He has a few pieces of jewelry: a heavy metal bracelet made of iron, a beaded necklace, and several earrings. His left hand is covered in a canvas glove held together by leather belts, while most of his torso is bare. His lower half is covered in brown woolen pants, a sash of purple silk, canvas shoes also held together by leather belts, leather knee guards, and cotton cloth skirting.
Skills and Abilities: "Blanco" is a decent enough fisherman, though he had become a pirate to escape that life. When he was a youth he learned how to dive for long periods at a time to gather pearls and sunken treasures. Since then he has learned how to brawl, knife fight, be surprisingly quiet given his size, and slip under the noses of authorities to deliver "liberated" goods. His tattoos can potentially see the future, if viewed by the correct person, while the tattoed eyes on the back of his head allow him to see behind him.
Biography: "Blanco" was born the poor son of a fisherman and pearl diver in the Kingdom of Rondon. Souring on the life quickly he took to scavenging shipwrecks in the delta before moving onto liberating items from ships docked.
Registered: Sept 23, 2023 14:44:32 GMT -5
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Post by "Blanco" Loyola on Apr 10, 2024 19:16:26 GMT -5
Not even do much- what the hell was the cursed Gods was this overgrown Pussy Cat going on about. He could easily count more than a few ways he could spend a few years worth of treasure in one night (a particularly lewd tattoo on his forearm demonstrated that admirably) but even then he could tell he would be getting short shrifted. At least in his more than prodigious estimation of his skills and food that he had brought into the settlement. But, he had his own methods of making up what he thought he was owed.
Turning for a second to a guard he had become acquainted with on the docks he slipped a piece of paper into his pocket. The move was almost imperceptible to all but the most skilled of thieves, and would have been impossible to tell anything had happened save for the lewd tattoo looking up to the guard and giving a lustful wink. The guard, not quite pleased with what he was getting roped into, wetted his dry lips with his tongue and nodded back to the forearm tattoo. The message in his pocket was for someone greater than the Cat overseeing all her grateful, preening subjects.
Asking a clarifying statement to distract from his apprehensive companion Blanco bellowed over the crowd, "Will the pay be distributed based on the jobs undertaken or will it be a coin a soul?"
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