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 Sept 25, 2023 20:41:25 GMT -5
Listening to Fiona’s objections, Naoki nods at each one, seemingly begrudgingly agreeing with each point.
“Certainly,” she says, addressing all of the above. “I can tell that you have at least a bit of a businesswoman’s blood in you. There’s just one more minor hold-up to this whole plan that you haven’t yet mentioned.” Holding up one finger, Naoki keeps Fiona in suspense for the space of a few moments.
“There’s no building prepared. See, I was thinking about leasing out the space of my living room rug that you passed on the way in, but then I thought, ‘Oh, but then the rug would get all sticky and it’s such a pain to clean, and then the noise would— I’m working on it, alright?” Naoki interrupts herself, evidently a touch frustrated.
Naoki huffs, dispersing a bit of grump out into the air.
“I know the conditions aren’t quite right for it,” she continues, calmer. “I’m putting the pieces together as best I can, and they’re not in order. Today I got a spy, but there’s nobody to spy on, so we look at your second thing: experience running a brothel — which would be wonderful to have, but for that we need a building (unlike any other so I have to draft new plans), the girls, the reintroduction of currency — which its own can of worms entirely, and a whole host of other things, I’m sure.”
“I’m working on it,” Naoki reiterates, gesturing to placate Fiona.“In some ways, it’s delightfully fast and efficient, and in other ways, it’s painfully slow. I’m doing my best.”
“The other job you could do is to put that businesswoman blood of yours to work assisting myself in and the Inquisitors with the flow of goods. But that doesn’t have the same ring to it,” Naoki continues, waggling a finger. “‘Hey there Fiona, glad to see you, hope your voyage was fun. How about you help me do a bunch of clerical work, track down discrepancies in my inventories, and count goods in a warehouse?’”
“As opposed to me, the cat, asking you, a cat of a different sort, ‘how would you like to run a cathouse?’ It’s sexier! It has panache!”
Lady Naoki tsks several times, shaking her head.
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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.
[https://i.imgur.com/2BggqAd.jpg]
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 Sept 26, 2023 3:28:02 GMT -5
Fiona leans forward and gently places a hand in the desk. "I didn't mean to frustrate you, Lady Naoki," she says in a gentle tone before leaning back in her chair. "And I appreciate your efforts to put me to greater use, and for putting it in such a pleasantly sexy way. Not everyone would offer me the opportunity to run my own business straight off the boat, given a delay in setting up."
"Of course, I had a suspicion that location may be a problem," she continued. "But I wasn't certain. Even if there was, I would have needed time to get it just right. I know that the level of comfort and opulence that I enjoyed at the Violet Star would be difficult here, if not impossible, but there would still be base standards to consider." Then she smiled, looking at the problem from another light. "Building it from scratch will make it considerably easier to surpass those standards, if you would allow me input on the plans and procurement." She hooked a thumb around the thin chain that hung from her neck and pulled a small medallion from her cleavage. "Such as getting my hands on any of these. They are quite key in my line of work, and I understand fairly common back home." Anyone with her reputation would know it as an enchanted anti-fertility medallion, and judging by the sheen it was still very much powered.
"While we work on that problem," she said, putting emphasis on the 'we'. "There are temporary solutions to a handful of our other little problems."
"First of all, the lack of location and putting me to use in my field of expertise." She placed the tips of each finger together before her in thought for a moment. "While I would appreciate the carpet we passed, it isn't quite what I had in mind. Besides, we both know I am not a silent lover. No, I would suggest something far more convenient - my line of work is not restricted to just one location, so, provided I receive certain comforts…" she gestured around her as she spoke. "I would be willing to be sent out as a reward for good, hard work. I understand those who are deserving have their own homes, and I believe they would be private enough for me to ply my trade." It wouldn't be the same as earning a fortune doing it herself, but if it meant having a decent living and a modicum of status, it would be a fair trade.
"If not," she continued with a warm smile. "I could always be put on retainer until the brothel is built. You know my set of skills better than anyone - in fact, I think you may be the only one still alive who knows them fully." She looked around the room and rolled a hand as she shifted into a more comfortable position. "I could lounge around and give you something to look at, a pleasant distraction when needed, and provide you quite the service of an evening." She chuckled at that, a job she always thought about in the back of her mind, but never executed. She never considered it could be a reality, she made too much money going from client to client. "or I could aid this inquisition of yours with my other set of skills. There's always someone to spy on, they likely haven't presented themselves yet."
She flexed out her hand and looked over her nails and tutted quietly at the lack of paint and how long and slightly chipped they'd become. Dirty too, what had the world come to. "Failing that, I would likely take you up on that clerical job of yours." She looked back to Naoki, not quite as cheerful as before. "It may be boring and not particularly sexy, but if it means I can avoid chopping onions and fish all day, I'll take it. It sounds less fragrant."
She gave the flash of that delightful smile again, one that was so carefully curated it was hard to tell if it was genuine or not. "That would keep me busy until I can put some beautiful men and women to work under me." She gave the cat woman a sultry wink. "Innuendo absolutely intended."
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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 Oct 8, 2023 16:18:33 GMT -5
Listening along as Fiona goes on suggesting options, Naoki rolls her shoulders and slides her mouth back and forth, considering. She hums.
“Stay here,” she decides. “Do a little bit of everything. Help me some with the inventories. Stick your nose into things, run some errands. Provide input for the construction of this brothel we’ll have, spend some time scouting out who might be a good fit to eventually work there, and keep your evenings open.”
After all, Naoki thinks, it’s not like one can ever have enough former madames on retainer. Here’s hoping the Mists don’t ever stop sending her those.
“There’s a few rooms down the hall that don’t have names on. Pick one you like, make me a little list of what furniture you need. Ask the pages for anything else. Get some rest, and tomorrow I’ll give you the tour and start loading you up with things to do.” Prising herself up out of her seat, Naoki looks a bit tired to be sultry. She looks to Fiona for further questions.
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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.
[https://i.imgur.com/2BggqAd.jpg]
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 Oct 8, 2023 16:58:14 GMT -5
Fiona’s smile spreads just a little further. Being given free reign, room and board in what is undoubtedly the nicest home on the island, if she knew Naoki like she thought she did, and gainful employment that may give her the status she felt she deserved. Everything was finally coming up Fiona, and she wasn’t about to let that go.
As the cat stands, so does the madam. She straightens her dress, which doesn’t prove particularly effective in the slightest considering how ingrained the creases had become and the thin layer of dirt that had accumulated, but it was a habit she wasn’t about to let slip.
“I’ll… pick a room then. I’m sure there’s one with quite the view. Perhaps we should discuss me using it for work as well, but I believe that to be a conversation for another time.” She clasped her hands in front of her for a moment, her smile certainly genuine this time. Remarkably, one of the few things that hadn’t become dishevelled were her teeth. “I’ll begin my various lists. Things to do, materials for my room and the brothel. A name for said brothel, that’ll be quite the undertaking.” Her smile turned just a touch sultry again, as is her character. “Find some employees. Perhaps give them a trail run, hm?” She just couldn’t help herself.
There was a brief moment of silence before Fiona let out a little sigh, then stepped forward and hugged Naoki in a tight embrace. She doesn’t say anything for a moment before finally letting out a quiet “Thank you.” She took a deep breath slipped back, hands placed on her shoulders for a moment before slipping down into her hands. “I thought my life was done. It’s incredible to know that’s not the case. I have purpose again.”
As she gazed into Naoki’s eyes she could see just how tired she was. A shame, but a ruler’s job is never done. Fiona was hopefully going to help ease that burden, or at least help with relaxation. “I should take my leave, I’d hate to take up more of your time.” She let go of her hands and stepped back before heading to the door. She’d have to flag a page, find out where she could get a bath and some supplies. Perhaps something else to wear. The pages would know, certainly.
She turned as she got to the door and smiled once more. “I look forward to seeing you tomorrow, my lady.” She even gave a little courtesy. “I’m sure the tour will be enlightening, and my first tasks will go without a hitch. Then perhaps…” She opened the door just a touch. “You’d help me shake off some rust? It’s been a long while and the pirates were… shall we say, not fulfilling. Survival instead of fun.” She gave a little wink. “Until tomorrow.”
With that, she slipped out and into Naoki’s home. She took a moment to take it all in and another smile crept across her face. Life would begin again on the island, but there was a lot to do. Square meals to get her brothel fit, a new exercise regime to get her fighting fit, and some busy work to keep her mind sharp. Add to that her new digs and her own touches on the brothel… lots to do…
And it started then and there. “Excuse me,” she quietly called out as she spotted a page down the hall. “I was wondering if you could assist me with some directions…” Off she went.
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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 Oct 9, 2023 19:34:06 GMT -5
Naoki hugs Fiona back, leans on her a bit, and exhales. “Of course.”
Fiona’s words are heartening -- fulfilling, even, but do little to ease Naoki’s fatigue. She’s been going for longer than she really should without proper sleep, and it’s catching up to her.
“No guests in here,” she says, wagging one finger. “Have a house for that elsewhere if you desire. Don’t worry about that for now. I’m going to rest. You should too, as tomorrow I’ll put you through your paces.” It sounds as much of a threat as anything else, accompanied by a certain smirk and a flash of fire in Naoki’s eyes before she blinks it away and trudges off down the hall to her room.
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