New Isra
Committed
Roleplay posts: 71
Biography: This account represents the NPCs and locations associated with New Isra!
Allegiances: Isra
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 22:30:20 GMT -5
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Post by New Isra on Nov 25, 2021 14:29:39 GMT -5
Located in a small cluster of houses split off from the main residential area, not far from The Infirmary, sits this house. Largest of the small house designs Lady Naoki created, this multi-story, multi-room house is large enough to fit a small family comfortably. The upper story features two bedrooms and a little space by the window that would be prime real estate for a rocking chair — if one could be procured. The lower story is dominated by a family room with a prodigious hearth, adjoined by the kitchen. Off to one side, there’s an additional room. It could have another bed and be a guest room, have a desk and be a study, or perhaps it could become a specialized workshop of some sort. The entire thing is a bit sparsely furnished and almost entirely lacking in decoration at present, but with some more furniture, some sanding, and a bit of TLC, this house could become a home. The plaque on the door of this one reads 'MARKS'. |
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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 Nov 25, 2021 14:40:49 GMT -5
Naoki looks up from her clipboard to the sky above. It’s overcast and has been all day. Grandma said it was going to rain today, but… A crack of thunder and a drop of rain landing squarely on her nose answers that question. That’ll teach her to ask rhetorical questions in her head, Naoki supposes.
Beckoning for her attending pageboys to follow, Naoki pushes open the door and enters this, the most recently completed house in Port Argentium. Looking around, it seems… fine. Just like all the others. Seating herself at the table, Naoki instructs one of the pageboys to start a fire in the fireplace and the other to go fetch Dr. Marks from just across the way in The Infirmary. Unlike many of the house recipients, he shouldn’t be hard to find.
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Dr. Elijah P. Marks
Established
Roleplay posts: 37 
Age: 33
Appearance: Dr. Marks just crests six feet tall, and is a solidly built man with the a series of slight wrinkles that belies the siren call of time beyond his years. His eyes are a light brown, almost amber in appearance, though they are dark beneath, belying a constant lack of sleep. His hair is messy and tied back most frequently so as not to get in the way of his work, and he has a trimmed beard of a similar blonde.
He bears the stature and holds himself with marks of a military man, though a game-leg is answer enough for why he no longer pursues such a career path.
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Equipment: Most frequently seen wearing a heavy overcoat loaded with pockets where he keeps any number of medical instruments. Beneath that, he dresses sparsely in a white shirt and black trousers/
He wears a pair of well-worn travel boots, and carries on his person most frequently a medical bag of supplies and a simple cane of mahogany, with a metal ball on top filled with led making it into a formidable weapon if the situation called for it.
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Skills and Abilities: Dr. Marks' primary skill and ability lie in his talent as a physician. Having initially served in the military as a field doctor, when he left due to his injury he practiced his talents on a journey of self discovery.
While his old war wound makes it difficult to go toe-to-toe with most, he does have the old trick up his sleeve, and the physical strength and endurance to put up at least some resistance when pressed though he would prefer to avoid harming another.
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Registered: Apr 12, 2021 16:46:21 GMT -5
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Post by Dr. Elijah P. Marks on Nov 25, 2021 15:44:38 GMT -5
This wasn't exactly where Dr. Elijah Marks saw himself ten years ago. Ignoring the simple fact that he was lost in what appeared to be an alternate reality, forced to fill out on-the-fly medical documentation about the different races of these isles he simply hadn't imagined being at a desk, filling out paperwork more than he was down there, helping actual patients. He couldn't fault the logic, however. He was the only one on this island that he knew of who had the experience necessary. Yet when one of the nurses called up to him, he couldn't help but feel a brief pang of relief at the thought of stretching his legs. Taking up his trusty cane he headed downstairs, surprised to see a rather healthy and frankly uninjured young man, asking him to come and see...Lady Naoki.
After quickly brushing out his hair and wrangling it into a ponytail, he hoped he looked at least partly presentable before following the boy. Largely a formality, he expected, as the building he was lead to was...immediately across the street. He had seen it under construction, of course. They may have even sent a missive or letter that it was to be his, but who had the time to read anything of the sort? He was alerted of its ownership rather quickly, however, at the rather fetching plaque. He hesitated outside...if she was inside... was he supposed to knock? It was his house, right? It seemed silly to knock on his own door.
Pushing it open, he glanced around uncertainly. Was she just... ah, there. She certainly had a presence, didn't she? For a moment he stopped, shifting from foot to foot before crossing his arm over his abdomen and giving a stiff, formal bow.
"Ah, hello Your Majesty," he offered, a bit uncertainly. He felt rather silly. Who was she, exactly? Someone powerful enough to make him in charge of the clinic and perhaps more imperatively, someone who could have him dragged away in the night, never to be seen again. "You sent for me?"
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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 Nov 25, 2021 16:51:55 GMT -5
Naoki looks up as Dr. Marks enters and gives him a finger-wiggling wave. “I did,” she says, “But you needn’t go to all that trouble. ‘Lady Naoki’ is quite fine, and I just wanted to show you: your house is finished and mostly furnished.”
Standing, she gestures broadly to it. It’s not but so much to look at, but the fire crackling away in the fireplace does a lot to add to the coziness. The pages, having completed their respective duties, stand off in one corner together, one a bit damper than the other.
“Hopefully it’s to your liking,” Naoki says, sitting again. “It’s the large design, perhaps larger than you need, but you’ll find some way to fill the space, I’m sure.” She shrugs, that doesn’t mean anything in particular. “That, and unless you need to be getting back to your work with a quickness — which would be fine, we might sit and chat a bit.” Looking at Marks over the top of her clipboard, Naoki sets it aside before making a series of hand signals toward the pages. Seeing this, one of them nods and excuses himself, leaving by way of the door.
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Dr. Elijah P. Marks
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 33
Appearance: Dr. Marks just crests six feet tall, and is a solidly built man with the a series of slight wrinkles that belies the siren call of time beyond his years. His eyes are a light brown, almost amber in appearance, though they are dark beneath, belying a constant lack of sleep. His hair is messy and tied back most frequently so as not to get in the way of his work, and he has a trimmed beard of a similar blonde.
He bears the stature and holds himself with marks of a military man, though a game-leg is answer enough for why he no longer pursues such a career path.
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Equipment: Most frequently seen wearing a heavy overcoat loaded with pockets where he keeps any number of medical instruments. Beneath that, he dresses sparsely in a white shirt and black trousers/
He wears a pair of well-worn travel boots, and carries on his person most frequently a medical bag of supplies and a simple cane of mahogany, with a metal ball on top filled with led making it into a formidable weapon if the situation called for it.
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Skills and Abilities: Dr. Marks' primary skill and ability lie in his talent as a physician. Having initially served in the military as a field doctor, when he left due to his injury he practiced his talents on a journey of self discovery.
While his old war wound makes it difficult to go toe-to-toe with most, he does have the old trick up his sleeve, and the physical strength and endurance to put up at least some resistance when pressed though he would prefer to avoid harming another.
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Registered: Apr 12, 2021 16:46:21 GMT -5
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Post by Dr. Elijah P. Marks on Nov 25, 2021 17:20:13 GMT -5
After stepping aside to let the page pass through the door (his door, he supposed) he approached the table, trying his best not to limp too noticeably as he took a seat opposite her once she had resumed her own.
"At the moment, nothing Anastasia cannot handle on her own," he assured her. "I would offer you something to drink, but I'm afraid I don't have much in the way of amenities as of yet." he leaned his cane against the chair, looking around the room with an air of a visitor, rather than the owner of the property. It would take some getting used to. In many ways, it was an upgrade to the humble cottage he had lived in before...well, all of this.
"I haven't had a chance to thank you. I'm not certain if my letters reach your desk, but most of the resources I've asked for I've been able to receive. The building itself is quite a boon."
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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 Nov 26, 2021 3:30:14 GMT -5
“Oh, I sent him for tea,” Naoki says, gesturing after the page that left. “He’ll be back soon enough.”
At a mention of thanks, she quirks an eyebrow. “I’m merely providing you the tools you need to do your job,” Naoki replies. “That’s my job. I may as well thank you for doing your job, which it seems you’ve taken well to. I haven’t received any complaints about your bedside manner, the inanimate company you keep, and I haven’t had any amputees come to me, displeased with the work you’ve done. We needn’t dwell on it, but as far as I’ve heard, you’re doing well, so keep it up.” She nods, approving.
Fixing Marks with a look, she eyes him, raising one ear, then the other. “But you’ve the look of someone brimming with questions,” she says. “Go ahead.”
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Dr. Elijah P. Marks
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 33
Appearance: Dr. Marks just crests six feet tall, and is a solidly built man with the a series of slight wrinkles that belies the siren call of time beyond his years. His eyes are a light brown, almost amber in appearance, though they are dark beneath, belying a constant lack of sleep. His hair is messy and tied back most frequently so as not to get in the way of his work, and he has a trimmed beard of a similar blonde.
He bears the stature and holds himself with marks of a military man, though a game-leg is answer enough for why he no longer pursues such a career path.
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Equipment: Most frequently seen wearing a heavy overcoat loaded with pockets where he keeps any number of medical instruments. Beneath that, he dresses sparsely in a white shirt and black trousers/
He wears a pair of well-worn travel boots, and carries on his person most frequently a medical bag of supplies and a simple cane of mahogany, with a metal ball on top filled with led making it into a formidable weapon if the situation called for it.
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Skills and Abilities: Dr. Marks' primary skill and ability lie in his talent as a physician. Having initially served in the military as a field doctor, when he left due to his injury he practiced his talents on a journey of self discovery.
While his old war wound makes it difficult to go toe-to-toe with most, he does have the old trick up his sleeve, and the physical strength and endurance to put up at least some resistance when pressed though he would prefer to avoid harming another.
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Registered: Apr 12, 2021 16:46:21 GMT -5
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Post by Dr. Elijah P. Marks on Dec 2, 2021 0:06:56 GMT -5
Marks couldn't help but feel that her way of complimenting him was mostly by pointing out the fact that at least he wasn't Vulpin. Which, admittedly, was something very much in his favor. Even so, he inclined his head, taking her thanks with some decorum. With her ears pricked and the floor open to questions, however, he found himself trying hard to avoid the topic of said features.
"Well, Lady Naoki, it would be a ghastly lie to say I completely was in the loop. I have had little opportunity to leave the clinic, and I've been taking care of the finer details of administration. Forst off I wanted to tell you with complete honesty that though I've had experience administrating and handling medical facilities and staff, my abilities as a physician are far outstripped by Anastasia. I will admit I was...uncomfortable with having anything of Vulpin's in my employ at first, but credit should be where it is due. I suppose next is what I should be expecting. As I understand, I am the head physician in this entire area. Should I be attending meetings? Should I be performing physicals on yourself and members of the court, or do you have people for that?" It was an awkward question to ask, but he was indeed a doctor first and foremost, and it wasn't as if royalty or even magical beings were immune to health issues. At least, that was the case in his own world.
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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 Dec 9, 2021 2:54:35 GMT -5
Listening, Naoki nods along. It’s well that things are as they are, and she’s glad that Marks takes well to administration and has experience as well. Anastasia is… her own matter, that Naoki will address in time, but for now it’s good to hear she’s good at what she does, Naoki supposes.
“Court?” Naoki cracks a wry smile. “I wish I had a court,” she says, shaking her head to belie a bit of pain related to her workload. “Perhaps one day I will, but for now the list is quite short, even in comparison to what it was. There are certainly no meetings, and you needn’t worry about chasing anyone down to examine them. There’s not anyone else for that, per se, but you’re strapped for time as it is, and there’s no need to burden you with busywork. If anyone is feeling unwell, they’ll come in to see you, just as anyone else would.”
“You… Could examine me,” she supposes. “I certainly wouldn’t mind. But I suspect you’d end up with more questions than answers. You may end up with those in any case, but…” Trailing off, Naoki shrugs as the door opens and the page returns. They can see when the door is open: the rain has picked up some, and can be heard not only through the door, but now on the roof as well. The page shakes himself off a bit just inside the door before making for the kitchen, heaving a pile of firewood onto the floor by the stove and putting the kettle up on the top, busying himself about the task of making tea.
Looking back to Marks, Naoki opens her mouth as if to continue, but doesn’t have another thought to articulate, and so shrugs, seeming quite amenable.
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Dr. Elijah P. Marks
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 33
Appearance: Dr. Marks just crests six feet tall, and is a solidly built man with the a series of slight wrinkles that belies the siren call of time beyond his years. His eyes are a light brown, almost amber in appearance, though they are dark beneath, belying a constant lack of sleep. His hair is messy and tied back most frequently so as not to get in the way of his work, and he has a trimmed beard of a similar blonde.
He bears the stature and holds himself with marks of a military man, though a game-leg is answer enough for why he no longer pursues such a career path.
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Equipment: Most frequently seen wearing a heavy overcoat loaded with pockets where he keeps any number of medical instruments. Beneath that, he dresses sparsely in a white shirt and black trousers/
He wears a pair of well-worn travel boots, and carries on his person most frequently a medical bag of supplies and a simple cane of mahogany, with a metal ball on top filled with led making it into a formidable weapon if the situation called for it.
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Skills and Abilities: Dr. Marks' primary skill and ability lie in his talent as a physician. Having initially served in the military as a field doctor, when he left due to his injury he practiced his talents on a journey of self discovery.
While his old war wound makes it difficult to go toe-to-toe with most, he does have the old trick up his sleeve, and the physical strength and endurance to put up at least some resistance when pressed though he would prefer to avoid harming another.
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Registered: Apr 12, 2021 16:46:21 GMT -5
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Post by Dr. Elijah P. Marks on Dec 29, 2021 3:48:41 GMT -5
Naoki was a charming woman, that much was certain. He might have even felt comforted by her presence...if their first, brief interaction hadn't been hauling his predecessor away in the dead of the night, accompanied by a terrifying old crone and an army of well-armed lackeys at her side. It was no wonder to him that Vulpin would have done something that deserved that fate, but Marks couldn't shake the feeling that his own illustrious career could end as jarringly.
Yet at the moment she seemed to be affable, and he didn't see Grandma perched in the rafters, ready to descend upon him like a vulture. It was almost peaceful.
"If I had the resources and the personnel, I would be doing many more examinations. You in particular, Lady Naoki. I don't entirely understand your situation...as I believe we're all struggling to reconcile our new setting with our old lives. I do know those I've spoken to speak highly of you, and preventative treatment is far superior to ever needing to see my in a moment of illness. If I may be permitted, I believe a private examination could be due." He reached down, patting the side of his leather physician's bag.
"I keep my tools on me, just in case."
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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 Jan 2, 2022 17:08:18 GMT -5
Listening, Naoki’s ears perk forward. “You’d be doing many more examinations — of me in particular?” Placing one hand over her mouth and the other on her chest, Naoki pantomimes being taken aback, humorously overacting.
“How very forward of you, Doctor,” Naoki says, impishly waving at him. “And here I thought I would have to convince you. But everything I have will keep until after tea — we wouldn’t want it to get cold.”
As if on cue, the page boy approaches with saucers and cups. He places a cup of green tea, still steaming hot, before each of them on the table.
Naoki takes hers in both hands and immediately takes a sip. Closing her eyes, she tastes it, considers, and then nods. The page boy takes this as a cue to bow and excuse himself and go pack up the tea set.
Replacing her cup on the saucer, Naoki looks again to Marks. “Allow me, then,” she continues, “To ask after yourself, as we’re barely acquainted. Correct me if I’m wrong, but it seems you’re not from my Isra, perhaps not from any Isra, and you mentioned at one point, the military? It’s troublesome for us all to recall the past — I know, but I ask after it only in broad strokes in order to better know you now. How is it that you ended up here, do you know?”
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Dr. Elijah P. Marks
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 33
Appearance: Dr. Marks just crests six feet tall, and is a solidly built man with the a series of slight wrinkles that belies the siren call of time beyond his years. His eyes are a light brown, almost amber in appearance, though they are dark beneath, belying a constant lack of sleep. His hair is messy and tied back most frequently so as not to get in the way of his work, and he has a trimmed beard of a similar blonde.
He bears the stature and holds himself with marks of a military man, though a game-leg is answer enough for why he no longer pursues such a career path.
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Equipment: Most frequently seen wearing a heavy overcoat loaded with pockets where he keeps any number of medical instruments. Beneath that, he dresses sparsely in a white shirt and black trousers/
He wears a pair of well-worn travel boots, and carries on his person most frequently a medical bag of supplies and a simple cane of mahogany, with a metal ball on top filled with led making it into a formidable weapon if the situation called for it.
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Skills and Abilities: Dr. Marks' primary skill and ability lie in his talent as a physician. Having initially served in the military as a field doctor, when he left due to his injury he practiced his talents on a journey of self discovery.
While his old war wound makes it difficult to go toe-to-toe with most, he does have the old trick up his sleeve, and the physical strength and endurance to put up at least some resistance when pressed though he would prefer to avoid harming another.
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Post by Dr. Elijah P. Marks on Jan 12, 2022 13:48:19 GMT -5
At Naoki's jesting remark, the Doctor quickly took the cup of tea the pageboy was offering, trying not to completely reveal his flustered, flushed face. It did have a rather peculiar ring about it, that was certain. Taking a sip on his own, his eyebrows raised in surprise. He hadn't had tea in some deal of time, he'd feared it would be a commodity lost to him in this new world.
"Excellently done, lad, thank you." he agreed, giving the pageboy a nod. When Naoki brought the conversations back onto the rails of the expected he listened to her with some interest. "It's been difficult," he admitted, "I haven't had much time to talk to anyone who came from before the island...or who could remember it. Vulpin spoke of a place called Isra, and about diseases and plants I had never heard of. From what I understand Isra was large, as well, I'm certain I would have heard of it had it...been. I'm from a country called Zal, a large Kingdom along the Sea of Griddich. I was part of the King's Army, in the war against the neighboring Kingdom of Dierden. I was drafted after my medical schooling." he sipped as he tea for the moment, eyes meeting Naoki's in an attempt to gain any semblance of recognition. It all felt so surreal...Zal had been one of the largest Kingdoms in the world...his world.
"I assume that doesn't sound familiar at all," he asked, hopelessly. "as distant as Isra sounds to me. Well, I was a medic for some time, finally left at the end of the war and was able to start my own practice on a pension. I must have worked in it for eight years or so, and I was..." he trailed off suddenly, quietly turning a far-off gaze to look at the cup between his hands. The darkened reflection of his own face.
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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 Jan 13, 2022 12:37:17 GMT -5
Listening to Marks, Naoki nods along, but the spark of recognition isn’t there. When Marks looks to her, Naoki shakes her head, apologetic. “Not at all,” she says. She’s read her share of history, taken her share of trips, dealt with more than her share of foreign dignitaries, and she’s never heard any of those names. Not even from any of the others around Port Argentium — not that she’s done extensive surveying to that end.
“A confluence of times and places,” Naoki supposes, sipping her tea. “It must be hard on you not to have any familiar faces around. I hope everyone here has treated you well, at least. Israns are generally a welcoming people, I think.” Naoki punctuates this with a soft smile. Whether Marks would like to finish what he was going to say, she’ll not press, but she’s listening.
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Dr. Elijah P. Marks
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 33
Appearance: Dr. Marks just crests six feet tall, and is a solidly built man with the a series of slight wrinkles that belies the siren call of time beyond his years. His eyes are a light brown, almost amber in appearance, though they are dark beneath, belying a constant lack of sleep. His hair is messy and tied back most frequently so as not to get in the way of his work, and he has a trimmed beard of a similar blonde.
He bears the stature and holds himself with marks of a military man, though a game-leg is answer enough for why he no longer pursues such a career path.
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Equipment: Most frequently seen wearing a heavy overcoat loaded with pockets where he keeps any number of medical instruments. Beneath that, he dresses sparsely in a white shirt and black trousers/
He wears a pair of well-worn travel boots, and carries on his person most frequently a medical bag of supplies and a simple cane of mahogany, with a metal ball on top filled with led making it into a formidable weapon if the situation called for it.
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Skills and Abilities: Dr. Marks' primary skill and ability lie in his talent as a physician. Having initially served in the military as a field doctor, when he left due to his injury he practiced his talents on a journey of self discovery.
While his old war wound makes it difficult to go toe-to-toe with most, he does have the old trick up his sleeve, and the physical strength and endurance to put up at least some resistance when pressed though he would prefer to avoid harming another.
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Registered: Apr 12, 2021 16:46:21 GMT -5
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Post by Dr. Elijah P. Marks on Jan 21, 2022 14:45:32 GMT -5
At Naoki's works Marks shook himself from his sullen daze, clearly making an effort to cheer up.
"I can't say it's not difficult, but as you say I have been received with kindness. If anything perhaps it's for the best that Isra survived and Zal did not. It would not have been nearly so welcoming to those different than itself. The people here have a sense of unity and of purpose that doesn't come from uniformity but of genuine goodness and strong leadership." he hesitated a moment, sipping his tea to buy him a few moments to consider his situation. Should he really be speaking so freely?
"Unfortunately the nature of Zal left me in ignorance of the medical need of creatures of magic. Many of the unique people of Isra would never have been allowed to survive in the Kingdom of my birth. If you have or are able to find any medical documentation on the physiology of anyone not human I'd very much like to study it." he suggested. After a refull of his tea, he watched her over the rim, wondering what exactly was appropriate to say.
"For all my troubles, Lady Naoki, I imagine you are undergoing a rather severe amount of stress yourself."
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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 Jan 31, 2022 18:19:39 GMT -5
Listening, Naoki nods along. Hearing this affirmation of her people isn’t much different from being praised directly, and she just about glows. It’s heartening to hear because that’s what she’s been striving to cultivate all this time, and hearing the words, more or less unprompted, from the mouth of a stranger who had never so much as been to Isra, feels quite nice to hear.
At his request for medical literature, Naoki shakes her head, apologetic. “I don’t think I have any books like that, but I’ll keep my eyes open. If you have specific questions, Grandma can help. She’s quite knowledgeable about the physiology of all manner of creatures.”
His question about stress prompts a wry smile from Lady Naoki. “Stress? Me? Ha!” A sharp bark of laughter, followed by a sip of her tea.
Then Naoki nods. “Yes, of course. Tons. Understand: I spent about thirty years on Old Isra, and it was a safe place. People had what they needed, they weren't hungry, and they were safe. It wasn’t absolutely ideal and without its share of problems, but the problems were tertiary, and the most important things were sorted out. Now all of that is gone, most of those who were there are most likely dead, drowned, and what few of us remain now struggle for each meal and every inch of ground on this damned isle, bereft of even the guarantee that there will be food tomorrow. … Which…” She shrugs. “Is not what I would prefer.”
“But what bothers me is that I can’t fix it,” she continues, taking her own turn to speak freely. “It used to be I could organize things in such a way that people were safe. I could put the right resources in the right locations, I could appoint the right officers, I could design the fortifications just so, to make sure that no one worried. As it is now, people do worry. People are unsafe, and there’s no administrative magic I can do to resolve the supply issues, put food on the tables, or make it safe for people to walk outside at night. My best was quite enough for a long while, but it’s not good enough anymore.”
After that, Naoki is quiet for a long moment and sips her tea. Then she shrugs again. “However, it is a different kind of stress than the stress of responsibility, so there is something to be said for the variety. And my favorite, ah… ‘destressing strategies’ work just as well.” The tip of Naoki’s tongue peeks out from between her lips, and she winks, leaving Marks to wonder (or not) as to those. Glancing down, Naoki notes that her cup is nearly empty.
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Dr. Elijah P. Marks
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: 33
Appearance: Dr. Marks just crests six feet tall, and is a solidly built man with the a series of slight wrinkles that belies the siren call of time beyond his years. His eyes are a light brown, almost amber in appearance, though they are dark beneath, belying a constant lack of sleep. His hair is messy and tied back most frequently so as not to get in the way of his work, and he has a trimmed beard of a similar blonde.
He bears the stature and holds himself with marks of a military man, though a game-leg is answer enough for why he no longer pursues such a career path.
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Equipment: Most frequently seen wearing a heavy overcoat loaded with pockets where he keeps any number of medical instruments. Beneath that, he dresses sparsely in a white shirt and black trousers/
He wears a pair of well-worn travel boots, and carries on his person most frequently a medical bag of supplies and a simple cane of mahogany, with a metal ball on top filled with led making it into a formidable weapon if the situation called for it.
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Skills and Abilities: Dr. Marks' primary skill and ability lie in his talent as a physician. Having initially served in the military as a field doctor, when he left due to his injury he practiced his talents on a journey of self discovery.
While his old war wound makes it difficult to go toe-to-toe with most, he does have the old trick up his sleeve, and the physical strength and endurance to put up at least some resistance when pressed though he would prefer to avoid harming another.
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Registered: Apr 12, 2021 16:46:21 GMT -5
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Post by Dr. Elijah P. Marks on Feb 5, 2022 2:31:38 GMT -5
Marks couldn't claim to be the most socially adept man anyone had ever met. At his best, it was difficult to tell when it was appropriate to distinguish between the doctor and the man he was supposed to be. In his past, in the war, it was better to be the doctor. You didn't have to lift your head from the immediate concerns, didn't have to witness anything beyond the extent of the tent. Even now, his realm may have been larger, contained more variety, more responsibility but in the end his concerns beyond those walls were limited. Not everyone had those conveniences, and Naoki had the least of all. He listed, quietly as she spoke, remaining attentive as she had her chance to vent. He wondered if perhaps it was as difficult to separate the leader and the woman. Yet her coy glances and frankly adorable persuasions did much to suggest that she was well-acquainted with the 'woman' side of her personality. Perhaps it was his turn to consider the 'man'.
He glanced down at his cup of tea, as if looking for some way to deflect his evergrowing thoughts only to see the leaves on the bottom. Then, setting the tea down he turned his gaze upon her more fully than he'd done until then.
"Perhaps...perhaps, Lady Naoki...I, I-I mean we...could perhaps explore methods of destressing in such tumultuous times..." his face burned with humiliation at the fumbled attempt to deliver any hint of enticement.
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