Ori Akiyama
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Appearance: Ori wearing a kimono and sports purple hair and sapphire eyes. She is almost 6ft tall with fair skin and a kind smile.
Equipment: She often carries a fan with her and small treats.
Skills and Abilities: Ori is known as a matchmaker and is able to tell how compatible a pair is and how best to match people together for happiness and longevity regarding relationships of love. With her, are fox spirits float around her and are there to assist her in her daily tasks.
Registered: Apr 21, 2021 19:33:36 GMT -5
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Post by Ori Akiyama on Feb 19, 2022 20:28:39 GMT -5
"out of place" she nods "I understand exactly what you mean" though her understanding extends far beyond this party. This party is lighthearted. "This Luau seems to have helped people come together and some even coming out of their shells. What do you usually call fun?" she inquires wondering what Alden the great weapons master thinks of as fun.
She looks at the limbo bar. "I do not mind going again, it was an enjoyable event. All of these festivities are foreign to me."
"this place is starting to feel more at home every single day. I never thought I would find such a small beginning so comforting"
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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, 2022 2:47:27 GMT -5
Naoki looks between Keph and Roxanne. Keph not saying anything — that’s characteristic of him, but Roxanne? She’s just standing there, and upon closer inspection, it seems like her eyes have glazed over.
“Roxanne?” Naoki waves at her and snaps her fingers nearby in an attempt to get her attention. “Still in there?”
“You’ve zoned out again. … You seem preoccupied,” Naoki says. “I asked if you had any questions about Beach Volleyball, but I can see what you need now — it’s a stiff drink, to loosen you up. But before that, why not try the limbo?”
Tapping Roxanne on the shoulder to nudge her along, Naoki would attempt to usher her over to the limbo stick.
“The idea is to pass underneath with only your feet touching the ground,” Naoki explains. “Go on, try it.”
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Alden
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 266
Age: 53(?)
Appearance: The reference image is a commissioned piece and is accurate.
Alden is 6 even, with shoulder-length messy black hair, and several days worth of beard stubble. He is handsome, with a powerful jaw, mid-set cheekbones, and a perpetual grin that makes him seem younger than he really is. His bright green eyes, constantly sparkle with barely contained mirth. He has the lithe well-muscled body of a swordsman, and he moves with considerable grace and dexterity.
If one were to do a more thorough examination of Alden's eyes they may notice a further detail. Around the outside edge of his iris, there's an intricate series of minuscule grey runes.
Underneath his shirt, Alden's skin is a mass of scar tissue. Starting from just below his neckline, there is very little space that does not sport some relic of a past injury. A particularly observant person may also note that among these scars, some are a bright scarlet. These scarlet scars form an intricate series of runes hiding amidst the rest of the scars.
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Equipment: Alden's general loadout when he goes fighting consists of the following:
A twin set of enchanted shortswords. The simple straight blades are unnatural dark, absorbing rather than reflecting light. Giving the enchanted steel an appearance closer to cold iron. The guard has the Isran sun emblem emblazoned in a medallion shape just above the guard, which is wrapped in simple leather. The enchantments increase their sharpness and durability, as well as being able to ignite the blood of anything that he has pierced with either blade.
Numerous braces and hidden throwing knives all over his body. At one point, these were also enchanted but when the calamity struck he didn't have time to grab his original set. So these are all well-made but ultimately mundane weapons. Still, with his strength and skill, they can be quite deadly.
Unfortunately, at present, he is also missing his armour. His preferred armour is leather dyed in mottled black and greys, with strike plates sewn between layers for added protection. His old set was also enchanted for increased protection from physical and magical attacks.
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Skills and Abilities: Alden is, for lack of a better term, a weapon master. He has been trained to use almost any weapon you can think to name. Relentless daily training with each, with extraordinarily demanding expectations on performance and harsh incentives for failure giving a level of skill with most of them that make him formidable.
However, his preferred style involves twin short swords. While he is skilled with all of his weapons thanks to training, he discovered a natural talent with the blade. His level of skill when wielding his short swords is on another level entirely, nearly transcendent in his skill.
On top of that, he is a living magical enchantment. Carved into his body are a variety of runes that grant him numerous innate abilities. He is inhumanly strong, around three to four times stronger than a man in a similar state of physical fitness would be. This also applies to his endurance, speed, reflexes, and other physical traits. He also has regenerative abilities exceeding human normal, able to heal from even broken bones in a matter of days rather than weeks.
In addition, he is immune to most poisons and resistant to the rest. The runes etched into his eyes ensure he can see the same no matter the level of light and reveal magical auras to him. Runes along his back make him impossible to scry on directly and provide him a measure of resistance to magical attack. This, combined with training, also makes him immune to magical mental influence. Finally, runes on his feet dampen any sound he might make taking his already considerable stealth abilities to another level entirely.
Speaking of his training also included all of the skills one would think an Assassin should have. He knows how to mix poisons, move without being seen or making noise, scale walls, lie or disguise himself, pick locks, pick pockets, just for starters. He is also quite skilled at clerical work and he has some diplomacy ability after thirty years leading the Sun Marshals.
Beyond all of this, Alden also possesses an incredible amount of willpower. If Alden decides that he will do something, there is very little that can stop him from doing it. In fact, at present, the only thing that could deter him from a course of action is Captain Naoki. The former Empress is the only person he has any loyalty to and he often values her judgement on matters above his own.
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Biography: Alden was born to a small farming family in an out-of-the-way village. His parents named him Toan and until he was five his destiny was most likely to live and die on the same farm he was born. However, that all changed when Pride arrived.
The leader of a criminal group known as The Set, Pride offered his parents a sum of money that would make any poor farmer's heart stop. Enough money to change their lives forever and all he wanted was Alden, one of nearly a dozen children. A child that wasn't even old enough to help with chores around the farm yet. And the man as so nice, he wanted a ward that he could train to be a retainer how bad of a life could that be?
The answer to that question was basically Hell. Pride was a potent alchemist, enchanter, and scholar and he had but one goal in mind. To create a superior warrior. Alden was subjected to hellish daily training along with six other children. Forced to learn to fight with every weapon, against any foe, in any condition. His limbs were broken deliberately and he was forced to continue to fight and train in constant agony. And this was among the mildest of the ways he was trained.
The culmination of the training came when he was twelve. When he and the six other children were locked in a room and told that the only one who got to leave... was the only one to survive. Of course, surviving was hardly a reward.
Once Pride had only the strongest of the children left he proceeded to the next step of his plan. Alden's memories and identity were seared away as Pride carved runes into his flesh and his very soul. Transforming the young man into a living magical artifact and keeping him on a drug that suppressed all of his emotions.
From there Alden became the new Wrath of the set, a weapon meant only to slay those he was told to. That may have been all he would be but Pride made a miscalculation, Alden's runes helped him to build an immunity to the dosage meant to keep his emotions in check, a weakness made worse by Pride having let him keep his anger thinking it would make him a better weapon. Eventually, events conspired and Alden snapped when the only member of The Set to be kind to him, Sloth, was killed for threatening to expose Pride.
Alden, driven into a deeper rage than ever before killed Envy, Lust, Gluttony, and even disembowelled Pride. Greed manage to escape and Alden slaughtered everything in his path trying to catch the man. Eventually succeeding in his goal. Bereft of a target for his rage and the chase having left him in the middle of nowhere Alden finally collapsed the trauma and coming off of the dosage causing him to bury most of his memories.
He wound up in Isra where his talents and skill soon earned him the eye of the then, criminal Madam Naoki. She recruited him as one of her enforcers a role he continued as her power expanded and grew until she finally became Empress. His reward for his loyalty? Appointment to the head of The Sun Marshals her special police force, effectively making him her right-hand man.
During this time he also uncovered his own past and learned that Pride had survived, the man had made preparations for such an eventuality and his death only saw his soul moving to a phylactery as he became a lich.
Pride created a new Set, this time making each member just as he made Alden. Eventually, this culminated in Pride attacking Isra and his eventual, final defeat.
Decades have passed since that time and Alden, whose power kept him at his prime for years continued to serve Isra until the new calamity took him to The Island of Mists, his empress reduced to a captain and he now serving as her first mate.
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Allegiances: Naoki and Port Argentum
Place of Residence: Port Argentum
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 13:21:25 GMT -5
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Post by Alden on Feb 20, 2022 9:45:10 GMT -5
"out of place" she nods "I understand exactly what you mean" though her understanding extends far beyond this party. This party is lighthearted. "This Luau seems to have helped people come together and some even coming out of their shells. What do you usually call fun?" she inquires wondering what Alden the great weapons master thinks of as fun. She looks at the limbo bar. "I do not mind going again, it was an enjoyable event. All of these festivities are foreign to me." "this place is starting to feel more at home every single day. I never thought I would find such a small beginning so comforting" Alden had no idea if she actually did understand what he meant. His feeling of displacement was due to the most of the civilian population viewing him as potentially dangerous to their survival. But he did not know much about Ori beyond the fact that she seemed to be acquainted with his story. So perhaps she had gleaned its most recent tribulation. "Fun?" The word is sounded out, tasted like it is unfamiliar on his lips. Like it was something that had been put up on a shelf and forgotten about until she'd questioned him. It was a hard question for him to answer since most of what he did he didn't consider fun. "I used to enjoy sampling new Cuisine in Isra. I suppose that was fun. These days... I can't think of much I do that I derive enjoyment from. Sex I suppose, though that could almost be seen as part of my duties all things considered." Satiating the needs of the Lady of Argentium was a task that he did not mind but it did have a feeling of just... another thing he did because he was told or asked to do it. When left to his own devices he very rarely did much of anything. "I am glad you are finding your place here." When she said the port was feeling more like home he felt a sting of disquiet but he didn't let it show. He was having the opposite experience, each day he spent left him feeling less at home, less like he had any kind of place.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 76
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 22:33:09 GMT -5
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Feb 20, 2022 11:53:58 GMT -5
Roxanne blinked, startled from her reverie when Naoki called her name. She'd spaced out again, something that seemed to be happening to her more and more often these days. She really did need more rest, as it seemed that she'd almost fallen asleep on her feet. Unfortunately, it seemed that she'd have no such luck. Naoki was telling her to do something, to try some sort of game. Roxanne didn't much relish the idea of it, but the thought of getting a nice stiff drink afterwards was appealing.
"Sorry, Lady Naoki," she mumbled, shaking her head and rubbing bleary, dark-bleared eyes. "Just a little tired, that's all. A drink sounds fantastic. I haven't got any questions about the ball game."
She eyed the bar dubiously, watching as the pageboys set it lower following somebody's success. Where did Naoki even get so many pageboys, anyways? She'd heard rumors that particularly successful ones could be promoted to bath attendants, but she wasn't sure how true they were. Perhaps the rumors themselves were why so many young men applied to the position. Glancing away from the grass-skirt clad lads, she looked back over at the bar. It didn't seem too low at the moment, so now would probably be a good time to try. Sighing, she glanced down at the grass skirt she'd been provided and grimaced. It was a little short, likely to make it easier to jump around and play Naoki's net ball game. Still...an unfortunate breeze while she was trying to walk under the limbo bar could be disastrous. Taking a deep breath, she stretched and twisted her back, limbering up before limboing down. Leaning back, she stepped carefully towards the bar, trying not to lose her balance in the sand.
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Roxanne Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 76
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 22:33:09 GMT -5
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Post by Roxanne Fletcher on Feb 20, 2022 12:02:59 GMT -5
Thankfully, an active lifestyle and athletic build left Roxanne flexible enough to slip easily under the bar, one hand on the grass skirt to keep it from blowing around too much. In truth, it had been pretty easy. Glancing back at Naoki, she smiled and waved, wondering if the cat-woman herself would attempt the challenge. She'd been able to slip under it without any difficulty, but wondered if Naoki's figure would make it more difficult to avoid bumping into the bar.
"That's...an interesting game," she said, walking back to Naoki and nodding back at the bar. Glancing back, she watched as the pageboys lowered it another notch and saw some sort of jerky change hands. Had they been betting on whether she'd make it under? She felt a little insulted that anybody would bet against her and shot the one who'd lost a glare.
"You mentioned something about a drink?" she asked, turning away from the bar. "Something other than kelp ale, I hope. Did a case of liquor wash up on the shore or something? Between hunting and...well, hunting, I haven't been able to keep up with the news around town."
Behind her, the pageboys had a brief discussion among themselves before pulling up the stakes of the limbo and moving them, turning the bar so that any limbo-ers would be walking towards the ocean and into the wind. Nodding at their handiwork, they shared a fist-bump and waited for the next contestant.
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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 Feb 20, 2022 13:39:20 GMT -5
After watching Roxanne’s limbo, one of the pageboys scrawls something on his slate: the log. He’s keeping track of limbo attempts, so they can tell who won at the end and so that nobody thinks they can pull a fast one and limbo more often than they ought. At this moment, it reads as follows:
Limbo Log
Limbo number started at 16 Alden limbo’d a 19, and knocked the bar Ori Akiyama limbo’d a 2, lowering the Limbo Number to 15 Roxanne limbo’d a 1, lowering the Limbo Number to 14
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Tybalt Colt
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: Mid-20s
Appearance: Tybalt has an athletic build, with messy black hair and beautiful brown eyes. He dresses in luxurious-seeming, yet comfortable, attire.
Equipment: Tybalt holds a myriad of trinkets and gadgets, but his favorite tools are his specially-crafted chakrams, Prominence, and Glory.
Skills and Abilities: Tybalt is a social butterfly, with a particular charm that makes him easy to talk to, and draws lost souls in.
Biography: Recently freed from a tomb of stone by the mists, Tybalt has appeared upon the mistborne isles, and is looking to recover what was stolen from him, allowing nothing to come in between him and his love.
Registered: Nov 23, 2021 13:24:45 GMT -5
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Post by Tybalt Colt on Feb 20, 2022 14:19:21 GMT -5
Tybalt smiles and waves at Ori, and giggles. He skips up to the limbo bar, and tilts his head at. He hums, before shrugging, "Why not?" He muttered out. ZUqNEOS41-201-20
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Tybalt Colt
New
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: Mid-20s
Appearance: Tybalt has an athletic build, with messy black hair and beautiful brown eyes. He dresses in luxurious-seeming, yet comfortable, attire.
Equipment: Tybalt holds a myriad of trinkets and gadgets, but his favorite tools are his specially-crafted chakrams, Prominence, and Glory.
Skills and Abilities: Tybalt is a social butterfly, with a particular charm that makes him easy to talk to, and draws lost souls in.
Biography: Recently freed from a tomb of stone by the mists, Tybalt has appeared upon the mistborne isles, and is looking to recover what was stolen from him, allowing nothing to come in between him and his love.
Registered: Nov 23, 2021 13:24:45 GMT -5
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Post by Tybalt Colt on Feb 20, 2022 14:42:57 GMT -5
Tybalt leaned backwards, as he started the limbo process, leaning back as he walked forward. His strategy worked, until his hair flopped at just the wrong moment into his eyes, and a few of the blades of grass tickled the back portion of his thigh, and he ended up jumping upright, crashing his neck straight up and into the bar. Tybalt made a small choking noise before he descended back into the sand with a thud and an 'ooph'.
When Tybalt finished collecting his bearings, he stood up with another goofy grin and smiled, making a bee-line towards Ori, lightly skipping. In retrospect, it was mildly embarrassing that people had witnessed that, but truly, what did he care? He tried! It's of no business now, anyways. He smiled brightly at Ori and Alden. "Hiya, how are you guys doing?" He asked brightly. "My name's Tybalt," he introduced, bringing up a hand to shake their own.
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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 15:36:31 GMT -5
Ito had been hearing about this Luau for several days now. Naoki had seemed oh so excited about it and Ito wasn’t one to turn down a good time, so here he was. Wearing one of the grass skirts over his usual baggy pants and going shirtless save for just a couple of leis, Ito was doing his best to get in the festive mood. There seemed to be plenty of things to do, but upon hearing about the game of limbo that was going on, Ito decided he’d start there.
He liked games. He’d participated in all kinds during his childhood (especially when he was supposed to have been home studying) and it was something he hadn’t grown out of. Hopefully, he never would. Becoming some crusty old aristocrat struck him as a fate worse than death. Sidling up to the pole, Ito gave it a try.
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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 15:50:34 GMT -5
Ito felt just a bit wobbly on his feet as he did his best to skirt under the pole. Tail moving this way and that in an attempt to balance him, Ito just barely managed to skirt under the pole without touching it. Well, it seemed the ordeal at sea hadn’t managed to completely ruin his balance! Satisfied that he’d managed to succeed in the Limbo, Ito decided what he needed next was a nice refreshing drink…
Offering a wave to Naoki as he passed by, he shot her a cheeky grin. “You're up next mother! It’ll be easy for you, flexibility runs in the family after all.” Without waiting for Naoki to fire something back his way, Ito dashed off towards the tiki bar.
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The Chesknight
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Appearance: About three and a half feet tall, and rotund. The Chesknight never removes his armor, and has two glowing, amber eyes peeking beneath his helmet. His arms and legs are short, limiting his mobility.
Equipment: Equipped fully in a suit of curious armor seemingly made from large acorns, it holds as fast as any steel. He wears a cloak of leaves, which seems to serve no purpose and wields a sword of amber which seems to function similarly to a normal metal one. He also wears a ring, though its powers have been lost to the mists.
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Skills and Abilities: The Chesknight's strength lies in just that: His strength. Strong enough to lift several hundred pounds, and to swing his sword with violent force, he unfortunately lacks reach or speed to keep up with normal humans due to his stubby legs.
He is also a greatly talented swordsman, using his unique style to throw people off-balance. His height and speed, coupled with his enormous strength allows him to fight enemies who must struggle to compensate, and often forget that his blade alone isn't the only component in combat...
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Biography: Despite being one of the notoriously capricious fey, the Chesknight is loyal and taciturn. He's kind and generous to a fault, and finds it difficult to understand humankind. He's trusting, though determined to counter and fight his perceived evils and protect whom he perceives as innocent, typically farms or other workers of the land.
Rescued by the Depravity, he has sworn to protect those aboard to the best of his abilities. Serving as a handyman, guard, and even babysitter when the need arises.
Registered: Mar 23, 2021 21:03:12 GMT -5
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Post by The Chesknight on Feb 20, 2022 22:38:06 GMT -5
FUGCsZZG1-20Still holding the coconut beverage, the Chesknight wandered over to view the crowds as they tried their hands at the strange game that Naoki put on. After a moment, however, he came to realize that perhaps the word "crowd" was in many ways overgenerous. It seemed not many people were partaking, much to the frustrations of those in charge. After some consideration the good knight settled on at least giving it a go. Perhaps he could drum up some interest of his fellow revelers! He wandered up, patiently waiting for Ito to complete his go. When he was ushered forwards, however, he began to waddle forward, leaning back as the others had...1-20
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The Chesknight
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Appearance: About three and a half feet tall, and rotund. The Chesknight never removes his armor, and has two glowing, amber eyes peeking beneath his helmet. His arms and legs are short, limiting his mobility.
Equipment: Equipped fully in a suit of curious armor seemingly made from large acorns, it holds as fast as any steel. He wears a cloak of leaves, which seems to serve no purpose and wields a sword of amber which seems to function similarly to a normal metal one. He also wears a ring, though its powers have been lost to the mists.
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Skills and Abilities: The Chesknight's strength lies in just that: His strength. Strong enough to lift several hundred pounds, and to swing his sword with violent force, he unfortunately lacks reach or speed to keep up with normal humans due to his stubby legs.
He is also a greatly talented swordsman, using his unique style to throw people off-balance. His height and speed, coupled with his enormous strength allows him to fight enemies who must struggle to compensate, and often forget that his blade alone isn't the only component in combat...
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Biography: Despite being one of the notoriously capricious fey, the Chesknight is loyal and taciturn. He's kind and generous to a fault, and finds it difficult to understand humankind. He's trusting, though determined to counter and fight his perceived evils and protect whom he perceives as innocent, typically farms or other workers of the land.
Rescued by the Depravity, he has sworn to protect those aboard to the best of his abilities. Serving as a handyman, guard, and even babysitter when the need arises.
Registered: Mar 23, 2021 21:03:12 GMT -5
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Post by The Chesknight on Feb 20, 2022 22:44:11 GMT -5
While flexibility was a far cry from the knight's abilities, the fact that he had already started so low was no doubt a boon as he leaned backwards, shimmying his shoulders for the full effect, his large belly nearly coming to the point where his helmeted head had been to start with. Nevertheless he passed beneath the bar with ease, straightening out to a few cheers on the far side. With a raucous laugh he drained the last of his drink, heading back towards the bar, now solidified as the lead in this game of champions.
Heading to one of the pageboys he retrieved a grass skirt of lei, dressing the part over his armor as he enjoyed the moment of excitement.
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Ori Akiyama
Established
Roleplay posts: 15
Appearance: Ori wearing a kimono and sports purple hair and sapphire eyes. She is almost 6ft tall with fair skin and a kind smile.
Equipment: She often carries a fan with her and small treats.
Skills and Abilities: Ori is known as a matchmaker and is able to tell how compatible a pair is and how best to match people together for happiness and longevity regarding relationships of love. With her, are fox spirits float around her and are there to assist her in her daily tasks.
Registered: Apr 21, 2021 19:33:36 GMT -5
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Post by Ori Akiyama on Feb 21, 2022 1:25:49 GMT -5
"I find that different cultures of people often bond quickly over cuisine. I am sorry that party feels more of a job to you and awfully sorry that sex is starting to feel like tedious work. I want you to have fun, Alden. You've done many things in your life but one you must do is unwind, unstress, and enjoy yourself. I'm going to make it my mission that you at least have an ounce of fun at this party." Her face was saddened for just a tiny second hoping that he was talking to her out of enjoyment instead of thinking he had to as a job. She may not understand what he has gone through during his lifetime but she too knew what it was like for others to fear her in her true form.
She will clap as another successfully dips underneath the bar. This clap will soon turn to amusement as she watches the next contender fall. Ori smiled at Tybalt as he approaches them. "You took quite a tumble there boy are you alright?" she asks. Her fox spirits began to spiral around Tybalt sniffing him over. "Pardon my pets they're all so curious about strangers or in their eyes potential friends." She will shake his hand. Ori's hands feel soft as silk as their palms touch. "My name is Ori it as a pleasure to meet you"
She then catches the next victim of the limbo, or more so successor. Interesting, an offspring of Lady Naoki's. "It seems even the kittens have come out to play too and it looks they share the same love for liquor."
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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 21, 2022 11:10:18 GMT -5
Lady Naoki looks on as Roxanne limbos with rapt attention, nodding as she sees her immaculate form going in, and clapping once she’s successfully passed through. Is there nothing Roxanne cannot do? “It’s a wonderful game,” Naoki agrees, clapping Roxanne on the shoulder as she returns. “Yes, I purchased some alcohol from the trade ship that arrived recently, and a wonderful bartender arrived not long ago that brought some more. … You’ll like him, I think. He seems a good bartender.” Leaning toward Roxanne, Naoki points through the throngs of partygoers across to where the tiki bar is. “Just try not to get so drunk that you embarrass yourself upon the fields of Beach Volleyball,” Naoki reminds her, giving Roxanne a nudge in the right direction and a playful swat on the behind to get her moving. Then Naoki returns her attention to The Limbo. There are a few in line before her, and she waits her turn, watching as the bar is lowered. Soon, it’s her turn. “If I make it,” she speaks aloud, “You all have to go again — lest I win my own prize.” Looking around at all those assembled, Naoki brandishes a finger, intending to hold them all to accord. Naoki then adopts her limbo stance. Arms out, ears back, knees bent, she wraps her tail up into her chest, serving both to hold it out of the way and secure her bevy of flower necklaces. Arranged as such, she attempts to pass beneath the limbo stick… ipWIckyG1-20 1-20
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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 21, 2022 11:14:51 GMT -5
Naoki just barely makes it under the stick. Her uppermost flower necklace brushes against the bar, but does not knock it, and the page boys (preoccupied as they are) don’t seem inclined to fault her for that.
Looking behind her to see the bar un-knocked, Naoki lets fly another relatively unladylike “Wooooo” and jumps in the air, waving her arms.
“All of you,” she says, gesturing around to all those assembled, “Again!”
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