Fran'garaz "Frankie"
Established
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 30
Appearance: Frankie stands at a small 5 foot even. This is of course taller than most goblins, who average out at about 4 feet to 4'4 feet, but shes far shorter than those of her father's race, as orcs tend to average 6+ feet.
She's unmistakable as a half Goblin however, by her green skin and short darker green hair, her long, pointed ears, and her long, mischievous grin. However, some orc does creep into her features, most notably by the small tusks that jut up from the bottom of the jaw. They're small enough that they're only noticeable when she smiles.
Her face is slightly more attractive than most goblins, with high cheekbones, large orange pupiled eyes, and a slightly upturned button nose. Her hair is mostly unkempt on top with similar bangs that droop down at the top of her jaw, but the back is usually pulled into a small, messy ponytail.
Finally, she sports a handful of golden rings through her ears, as well as a ring through her septum.
Though she could be considered relatively attractive, she's still prone to goblin hyperactivity from time to time which twists her features. In such a state, her eyes and grin seem to grow larger and slightly crazed, but this state is usually one of joyfulness and mischievousness, and rarely ends in injury. Instead, it's more likely to result in mere property damage
Equipment: Frankie is a merchant vessel captain first and foremost. To keep up appearances, she can usually be found wearing a white silken shirt, a big red belt with a golden buckle, and a pair of navy pants that match her captain's coat and tricorn hat.
However, she never really forsook her tribal heritage. When out in the wilds or jn private, she sometimes can be found in her a light, leather and fur top that covers her from half way up her midsection and up to her neck, leaving her midriff and arms exposed. This is coupled with a matching skirt that reaches just above her knees, and finally a pair of wraps that cover her shins and ankles, then wraps around the middle of her feet, leaving the ankles and toes exposed, giving her better purchase when in the brush.
Frankie is an expert with a knife and always has one on her for personal protection, but she is also a great shot with a bow and arrow, having been taught by her mother. Though her father always wanted to teach her how to wield an axe, being an orc, she found that she had trouble with the weight of such weapons, and decided a quick, versatile fighting style would keep her alive longer.
Finally, though not equipment, she owns her own trade ship. A fairly large boat for a goblin, the ship is one part her home, one part transport hauler, and one part store front. She's spent a good few years collecting and trading that the hull of the ship is mostly full of all sorts of goods.
Skills and Abilities: Frankie is a merchant first and foremost. Goblins tended to do most of the trading in her mixed tribe, as the orcs weren't as charismatic nor crafty enough to trade efficiently. The goblins however used their stature and the stereotypes of their kind to their advantage, allowing their trade partners to think they're ripping them off, when the tables are actually turned.
As a half Goblin, Frankie is able to use a handful of tactics from both goblins and larger humanoids, as well as her looks. She's a fair merchant, but has a keen eye for an excellent deal. She's one to take advantage of whatever situation she comes into, and usually ends up on top.
Being the daughter of a goblin ranger and an orc warrior, she also knows how to hunt and fight with great skill, choosing range and a knife as well as her own two hands.
Finally, like most goblins, she is prone to Goblin Hyperactivity. When this occurs, starts to think, speak, and move at great speeds, often running and climbing from one thing to the other, and it usually ends with great joy and mischief as well as likely property damage. There's no time to consider not breaking something when there's fun to be had, stuff to climb, and things to do.
Enemies of the goblins often consider this akin to a berserker frenzy, but those who are friends of the goblins either join in the fun or stay out of the way.
Registered: Jan 9, 2022 23:34:33 GMT -5
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Post by Fran'garaz "Frankie" on Mar 25, 2023 15:53:59 GMT -5
“Tomorrow,” Frankie says in a low voice as she starts to step back towards her bed, pulling Tilly along with her. Between her fiery red hair and gorgeous face that seemed lit almost perfectly by the room’s fireplace and candles, Frankie couldn’t help but feel those six months of no action after leaving port would soon prove worth it. “Save your compliments, Fussy Boots. You’re gonna need ‘em when the blouse comes off.” With that, she pulled Tilly down onto the bed as she fell back, beginning a night that neither would soon forget.
The sparks between the pair that had been shooting off all night had quickly set their passion ablaze as they enjoyed the night together, giving Frankie the chance to show off how great her magnificent bed truly was, and more importantly the capabilities of its owner. Sleep would eventually come, but only at a price…
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Light gently shone through the back bay windows of the Captain’s quarters, lazily moving across the room as the boat slowly rocked against the deck outside. It illuminated the various baubles and trinkets that lined the shelves around Frankie’s quarters, and drew the colour from the bed linens and drapes that lined the window.
The bed itself was soft, plush, and warm to the touch, truly living up to the expectations set by the little green captain - it was definitely in the running for best bed on the island. She must have paid a fortune for it. Speaking of the captain, she had proved that, while shorter than the average human, she made up for it in the energy of a goblin and the strength of an orc, living up to her heritage in ways that would make her parents blush.
But most importantly, she wasn’t in the bed next to Tilly. While she had passed out with her green arms wrapped around Tilly’s pale frame, there was now an empty, Frankie sized groove in the bed. Where had she gone? Did she even sleep?
The answer to that might be found in the scent of soap in the air and the warmth radiating from the other side of the room, near her fireplace which had been started up once again, making for a very cosy morning…
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Ms. Tilly Vanderbilt
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: now now, it's rude to ask a woman her age
Appearance: From her flaming locks to her sultry hazel eyes, Miss Vanderbilt is an extraordinary woman. She is of average height at about 5'5 and weighs about, oh that's a secret. The boys usually have a bad habit of looking at something other than her eyes. Her body is well maintained and often compared to that of a dancer.
Equipment: She wears black sleek clothing that hugs her curves and a pair of long gloves to avoid touching things with her bare hands. Tilly is the type of person who enjoys adding a little bit of color to her outfits. Her favorite piece of clothing is always the fur shawl she wears if the day isn't too humid. Along her hip sits a rapier finely polished and ready to pierce whatever is in range.
Skills and Abilities: Tilly comes from a family of merit and from that family learned to efficiently use her rapier. Her rapier a gift from her late father just before his passing. She hones her abilities of agility and elegance similar to a rose. People see her beauty but not the thorns that will prick their skin. It's not their fault there, Tilly can be quite the sweet talker and often talks her way out of tight corners.
Biography: Matilda Vanderbilt born into a wealthy merchant family is now off on her own. She dreams of one day owning a boat with her own crew. The wind in the hair, the smell of salt in her nostrils, and the freedom of adventure. She was never meant to have a desk job and sit around all day. Tilly currently is in the business of handling other people's money. She dreams often about the sound of coins clanking together and hoping one day those will be her coins.
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 15:54:47 GMT -5
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Post by Ms. Tilly Vanderbilt on Mar 26, 2023 20:03:20 GMT -5
Tilly stretches her achy muscles. The activities from last night did quite a number on her. She looked to where she thought the goblin captain to be, only to find an indent in the bed. Looks like the captain has slipped out? Tilly was usually the type to slip out of the other's bed chambers before they awoke, it looks like Frankie beat her to it. How odd since this is Frankie's own sleeping quarters.
She quickly got up to go find Frankie. Curiosity got the better of Tilly. Oh, where oh where could that little green goblin be? The answer wasn't far as Tilly found her lover bathing. "You look quite cozy there. How's the temperature?" Tilly asked. The fiery-haired lass had wrapped a blanket around herself. Even though they have seen each other nude, Tilly still felt a little sheepish to reveal herself outside of bed.
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Fran'garaz "Frankie"
Established
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 30
Appearance: Frankie stands at a small 5 foot even. This is of course taller than most goblins, who average out at about 4 feet to 4'4 feet, but shes far shorter than those of her father's race, as orcs tend to average 6+ feet.
She's unmistakable as a half Goblin however, by her green skin and short darker green hair, her long, pointed ears, and her long, mischievous grin. However, some orc does creep into her features, most notably by the small tusks that jut up from the bottom of the jaw. They're small enough that they're only noticeable when she smiles.
Her face is slightly more attractive than most goblins, with high cheekbones, large orange pupiled eyes, and a slightly upturned button nose. Her hair is mostly unkempt on top with similar bangs that droop down at the top of her jaw, but the back is usually pulled into a small, messy ponytail.
Finally, she sports a handful of golden rings through her ears, as well as a ring through her septum.
Though she could be considered relatively attractive, she's still prone to goblin hyperactivity from time to time which twists her features. In such a state, her eyes and grin seem to grow larger and slightly crazed, but this state is usually one of joyfulness and mischievousness, and rarely ends in injury. Instead, it's more likely to result in mere property damage
Equipment: Frankie is a merchant vessel captain first and foremost. To keep up appearances, she can usually be found wearing a white silken shirt, a big red belt with a golden buckle, and a pair of navy pants that match her captain's coat and tricorn hat.
However, she never really forsook her tribal heritage. When out in the wilds or jn private, she sometimes can be found in her a light, leather and fur top that covers her from half way up her midsection and up to her neck, leaving her midriff and arms exposed. This is coupled with a matching skirt that reaches just above her knees, and finally a pair of wraps that cover her shins and ankles, then wraps around the middle of her feet, leaving the ankles and toes exposed, giving her better purchase when in the brush.
Frankie is an expert with a knife and always has one on her for personal protection, but she is also a great shot with a bow and arrow, having been taught by her mother. Though her father always wanted to teach her how to wield an axe, being an orc, she found that she had trouble with the weight of such weapons, and decided a quick, versatile fighting style would keep her alive longer.
Finally, though not equipment, she owns her own trade ship. A fairly large boat for a goblin, the ship is one part her home, one part transport hauler, and one part store front. She's spent a good few years collecting and trading that the hull of the ship is mostly full of all sorts of goods.
Skills and Abilities: Frankie is a merchant first and foremost. Goblins tended to do most of the trading in her mixed tribe, as the orcs weren't as charismatic nor crafty enough to trade efficiently. The goblins however used their stature and the stereotypes of their kind to their advantage, allowing their trade partners to think they're ripping them off, when the tables are actually turned.
As a half Goblin, Frankie is able to use a handful of tactics from both goblins and larger humanoids, as well as her looks. She's a fair merchant, but has a keen eye for an excellent deal. She's one to take advantage of whatever situation she comes into, and usually ends up on top.
Being the daughter of a goblin ranger and an orc warrior, she also knows how to hunt and fight with great skill, choosing range and a knife as well as her own two hands.
Finally, like most goblins, she is prone to Goblin Hyperactivity. When this occurs, starts to think, speak, and move at great speeds, often running and climbing from one thing to the other, and it usually ends with great joy and mischief as well as likely property damage. There's no time to consider not breaking something when there's fun to be had, stuff to climb, and things to do.
Enemies of the goblins often consider this akin to a berserker frenzy, but those who are friends of the goblins either join in the fun or stay out of the way.
Registered: Jan 9, 2022 23:34:33 GMT -5
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Post by Fran'garaz "Frankie" on Apr 5, 2023 10:26:42 GMT -5
Frankie peered over towards the bed as she heard her new, red-headed friend stirring amongst her luxurious sheets. She had been torn between untangling herself from Tilly as she woke and getting out of bed to get on with her day, but her responsibilities to her ship and crew had her choosing the latter. She still had time, but if she’d stayed, there was no guarantee she’d have gotten up at any point that day, as wonderful as it sounded. She’d have to settle for making that a plan for the future.
“Hey Fussy Boots,” she said with a long smirk that pulled at her cheek. She sat up a little in the tub and put her arms over the rim, not making any moves to cover her bare chest, instead allowing the sun that streaked through her windows shimmer against her green skin and the ebony white of her tooth-like piercings. “Didn’t think you’d get up today.”
She looked her lover over once, then raised a hand and beckoned her over. “Wanna come find out, hot stuff?” she asked, her smirk turning into a grin. “Got room for two. Benefits of being half goblin.” Though her orc side gave her several more inches, she still sat on the short side, just barely clearing five feet. “I gotta talk to you anyway, so get your butt over here.”
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Ms. Tilly Vanderbilt
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: now now, it's rude to ask a woman her age
Appearance: From her flaming locks to her sultry hazel eyes, Miss Vanderbilt is an extraordinary woman. She is of average height at about 5'5 and weighs about, oh that's a secret. The boys usually have a bad habit of looking at something other than her eyes. Her body is well maintained and often compared to that of a dancer.
Equipment: She wears black sleek clothing that hugs her curves and a pair of long gloves to avoid touching things with her bare hands. Tilly is the type of person who enjoys adding a little bit of color to her outfits. Her favorite piece of clothing is always the fur shawl she wears if the day isn't too humid. Along her hip sits a rapier finely polished and ready to pierce whatever is in range.
Skills and Abilities: Tilly comes from a family of merit and from that family learned to efficiently use her rapier. Her rapier a gift from her late father just before his passing. She hones her abilities of agility and elegance similar to a rose. People see her beauty but not the thorns that will prick their skin. It's not their fault there, Tilly can be quite the sweet talker and often talks her way out of tight corners.
Biography: Matilda Vanderbilt born into a wealthy merchant family is now off on her own. She dreams of one day owning a boat with her own crew. The wind in the hair, the smell of salt in her nostrils, and the freedom of adventure. She was never meant to have a desk job and sit around all day. Tilly currently is in the business of handling other people's money. She dreams often about the sound of coins clanking together and hoping one day those will be her coins.
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 15:54:47 GMT -5
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Post by Ms. Tilly Vanderbilt on Apr 13, 2023 14:44:04 GMT -5
"Was I sleeping that soundly?" Tilly smirked watching Frankie bask in the rays that peeked through the window. "alright alright I'm coming, hold your horses." She let the blanket drop, pooling around her feet before stepping into the tub. She adjusts herself comfortably before moving her attention back to the captain. Her back pressed into the other end of the tub to face the goblin. "What's on the mind?"
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Fran'garaz "Frankie"
Established
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 30
Appearance: Frankie stands at a small 5 foot even. This is of course taller than most goblins, who average out at about 4 feet to 4'4 feet, but shes far shorter than those of her father's race, as orcs tend to average 6+ feet.
She's unmistakable as a half Goblin however, by her green skin and short darker green hair, her long, pointed ears, and her long, mischievous grin. However, some orc does creep into her features, most notably by the small tusks that jut up from the bottom of the jaw. They're small enough that they're only noticeable when she smiles.
Her face is slightly more attractive than most goblins, with high cheekbones, large orange pupiled eyes, and a slightly upturned button nose. Her hair is mostly unkempt on top with similar bangs that droop down at the top of her jaw, but the back is usually pulled into a small, messy ponytail.
Finally, she sports a handful of golden rings through her ears, as well as a ring through her septum.
Though she could be considered relatively attractive, she's still prone to goblin hyperactivity from time to time which twists her features. In such a state, her eyes and grin seem to grow larger and slightly crazed, but this state is usually one of joyfulness and mischievousness, and rarely ends in injury. Instead, it's more likely to result in mere property damage
Equipment: Frankie is a merchant vessel captain first and foremost. To keep up appearances, she can usually be found wearing a white silken shirt, a big red belt with a golden buckle, and a pair of navy pants that match her captain's coat and tricorn hat.
However, she never really forsook her tribal heritage. When out in the wilds or jn private, she sometimes can be found in her a light, leather and fur top that covers her from half way up her midsection and up to her neck, leaving her midriff and arms exposed. This is coupled with a matching skirt that reaches just above her knees, and finally a pair of wraps that cover her shins and ankles, then wraps around the middle of her feet, leaving the ankles and toes exposed, giving her better purchase when in the brush.
Frankie is an expert with a knife and always has one on her for personal protection, but she is also a great shot with a bow and arrow, having been taught by her mother. Though her father always wanted to teach her how to wield an axe, being an orc, she found that she had trouble with the weight of such weapons, and decided a quick, versatile fighting style would keep her alive longer.
Finally, though not equipment, she owns her own trade ship. A fairly large boat for a goblin, the ship is one part her home, one part transport hauler, and one part store front. She's spent a good few years collecting and trading that the hull of the ship is mostly full of all sorts of goods.
Skills and Abilities: Frankie is a merchant first and foremost. Goblins tended to do most of the trading in her mixed tribe, as the orcs weren't as charismatic nor crafty enough to trade efficiently. The goblins however used their stature and the stereotypes of their kind to their advantage, allowing their trade partners to think they're ripping them off, when the tables are actually turned.
As a half Goblin, Frankie is able to use a handful of tactics from both goblins and larger humanoids, as well as her looks. She's a fair merchant, but has a keen eye for an excellent deal. She's one to take advantage of whatever situation she comes into, and usually ends up on top.
Being the daughter of a goblin ranger and an orc warrior, she also knows how to hunt and fight with great skill, choosing range and a knife as well as her own two hands.
Finally, like most goblins, she is prone to Goblin Hyperactivity. When this occurs, starts to think, speak, and move at great speeds, often running and climbing from one thing to the other, and it usually ends with great joy and mischief as well as likely property damage. There's no time to consider not breaking something when there's fun to be had, stuff to climb, and things to do.
Enemies of the goblins often consider this akin to a berserker frenzy, but those who are friends of the goblins either join in the fun or stay out of the way.
Registered: Jan 9, 2022 23:34:33 GMT -5
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Post by Fran'garaz "Frankie" on Jul 13, 2023 17:35:24 GMT -5
The half goblin in her tub nodded a yes to the red head, then chuckled lightly. “Didn’t need to hold my horses for you to do that last night…” she cooed as she lifted a hand from the water to look over her painted nails for just a moment, but she quickly looked back as the blanket fell from her lover’s form. What a lucky Gobbo…
As Tilly slipped into the bath opposite her, the captain pulled her legs back, giving Tilly enough room to get comfortable, then leaned back against the tub’s rim once more. “You,” she said as she ran her finger along the outside of the tub. “That was one hell of a night, girly. Glad to finally get my sails unfurled, it's been way too long.” She gave a little wink as her foot grazed along the side of Tilly’s leg.
A little more serious look fell across her sharp features after a moment, however. “But seriously,” she began. “I know I mentioned it last night, but I wanted to make sure I’m crystal clear. What we did had no bearing on me bringing you aboard to learn the ropes, I was still going to do that whether we got together or not. That was just good ol’ fashioned fooling around.”
She looked to the bed for a moment with a smirk tugging at her cheek as she thought back to the night they had shared. “Kinda dawned on me when I was watching you sleep. I know I’m a goblin, we’ve got a bad rep with most people, so I didn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea, y’know?” Frankie shifted and looked back to the red head, a more genuine look behind her deep amber eyes. “I don’t want it to seem like I was taking advantage of my position. It was more I kinda felt a kind of connection, plus you’re really hot, so I thought I’d see where the night went. I honestly kinda forgot we had a deal after we started dancing…”
“We clear on that?” Frankie asked, her eyebrow raised towards the human.
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Ms. Tilly Vanderbilt
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: now now, it's rude to ask a woman her age
Appearance: From her flaming locks to her sultry hazel eyes, Miss Vanderbilt is an extraordinary woman. She is of average height at about 5'5 and weighs about, oh that's a secret. The boys usually have a bad habit of looking at something other than her eyes. Her body is well maintained and often compared to that of a dancer.
Equipment: She wears black sleek clothing that hugs her curves and a pair of long gloves to avoid touching things with her bare hands. Tilly is the type of person who enjoys adding a little bit of color to her outfits. Her favorite piece of clothing is always the fur shawl she wears if the day isn't too humid. Along her hip sits a rapier finely polished and ready to pierce whatever is in range.
Skills and Abilities: Tilly comes from a family of merit and from that family learned to efficiently use her rapier. Her rapier a gift from her late father just before his passing. She hones her abilities of agility and elegance similar to a rose. People see her beauty but not the thorns that will prick their skin. It's not their fault there, Tilly can be quite the sweet talker and often talks her way out of tight corners.
Biography: Matilda Vanderbilt born into a wealthy merchant family is now off on her own. She dreams of one day owning a boat with her own crew. The wind in the hair, the smell of salt in her nostrils, and the freedom of adventure. She was never meant to have a desk job and sit around all day. Tilly currently is in the business of handling other people's money. She dreams often about the sound of coins clanking together and hoping one day those will be her coins.
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 15:54:47 GMT -5
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Post by Ms. Tilly Vanderbilt on Jul 13, 2023 19:29:51 GMT -5
"It seems we can handle each other under the covers" Tilly was fierce when it came to lustful endeavors. She enjoyed making her partners speechless and exhausted, it made sneaking out early easy.
"You're thinking of me? I make that good of an impression?" She smiled before listening to the rest of Frankie's sentence. Tilly nodded understandingly. "I am glad. I want to know that I deserve to be here because of my skills, not because I slept with the head boss." Tilly was a beautiful woman and time after time she had been offered promotions for a little extra "late night" meetings. She scoffed at those silly men. Whatever positions she earned in life, she would earn with pride.
"It seems we're on the same page. We had fun and fun is all it was. No need to go easy on me when you teach me the ropes. I like to be able to hold my head up high knowing I earned my position fairly. Thank you again for taking me under your wing. However, I feel we'll butt heads every so often seeing as we both have fiery personalities in and out of bed." She flicked the water off her fingers at the captain. "I've been told I'm one hell of a stubborn mule. You're one of the few bosses that's treated me with the respect. Then again I've never had a chick in charge but still thank you. It'll be nice working under someone who doesn't see me as a piece of meat or kiss ass because of my heritage."
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Fran'garaz "Frankie"
Established
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 30
Appearance: Frankie stands at a small 5 foot even. This is of course taller than most goblins, who average out at about 4 feet to 4'4 feet, but shes far shorter than those of her father's race, as orcs tend to average 6+ feet.
She's unmistakable as a half Goblin however, by her green skin and short darker green hair, her long, pointed ears, and her long, mischievous grin. However, some orc does creep into her features, most notably by the small tusks that jut up from the bottom of the jaw. They're small enough that they're only noticeable when she smiles.
Her face is slightly more attractive than most goblins, with high cheekbones, large orange pupiled eyes, and a slightly upturned button nose. Her hair is mostly unkempt on top with similar bangs that droop down at the top of her jaw, but the back is usually pulled into a small, messy ponytail.
Finally, she sports a handful of golden rings through her ears, as well as a ring through her septum.
Though she could be considered relatively attractive, she's still prone to goblin hyperactivity from time to time which twists her features. In such a state, her eyes and grin seem to grow larger and slightly crazed, but this state is usually one of joyfulness and mischievousness, and rarely ends in injury. Instead, it's more likely to result in mere property damage
Equipment: Frankie is a merchant vessel captain first and foremost. To keep up appearances, she can usually be found wearing a white silken shirt, a big red belt with a golden buckle, and a pair of navy pants that match her captain's coat and tricorn hat.
However, she never really forsook her tribal heritage. When out in the wilds or jn private, she sometimes can be found in her a light, leather and fur top that covers her from half way up her midsection and up to her neck, leaving her midriff and arms exposed. This is coupled with a matching skirt that reaches just above her knees, and finally a pair of wraps that cover her shins and ankles, then wraps around the middle of her feet, leaving the ankles and toes exposed, giving her better purchase when in the brush.
Frankie is an expert with a knife and always has one on her for personal protection, but she is also a great shot with a bow and arrow, having been taught by her mother. Though her father always wanted to teach her how to wield an axe, being an orc, she found that she had trouble with the weight of such weapons, and decided a quick, versatile fighting style would keep her alive longer.
Finally, though not equipment, she owns her own trade ship. A fairly large boat for a goblin, the ship is one part her home, one part transport hauler, and one part store front. She's spent a good few years collecting and trading that the hull of the ship is mostly full of all sorts of goods.
Skills and Abilities: Frankie is a merchant first and foremost. Goblins tended to do most of the trading in her mixed tribe, as the orcs weren't as charismatic nor crafty enough to trade efficiently. The goblins however used their stature and the stereotypes of their kind to their advantage, allowing their trade partners to think they're ripping them off, when the tables are actually turned.
As a half Goblin, Frankie is able to use a handful of tactics from both goblins and larger humanoids, as well as her looks. She's a fair merchant, but has a keen eye for an excellent deal. She's one to take advantage of whatever situation she comes into, and usually ends up on top.
Being the daughter of a goblin ranger and an orc warrior, she also knows how to hunt and fight with great skill, choosing range and a knife as well as her own two hands.
Finally, like most goblins, she is prone to Goblin Hyperactivity. When this occurs, starts to think, speak, and move at great speeds, often running and climbing from one thing to the other, and it usually ends with great joy and mischief as well as likely property damage. There's no time to consider not breaking something when there's fun to be had, stuff to climb, and things to do.
Enemies of the goblins often consider this akin to a berserker frenzy, but those who are friends of the goblins either join in the fun or stay out of the way.
Registered: Jan 9, 2022 23:34:33 GMT -5
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Post by Fran'garaz "Frankie" on Jul 14, 2023 14:49:47 GMT -5
“Hard not to think of you when you look like that,” the half goblin captain gestured to Tilly and looked her up and down, admiring the view from her end of the tub.
But that lustful look in her eyes went serious when Tilly spoke, then a grin spread across her cheeks. As long as Tilly understood, that’s all that mattered. “I don’t care how much we butt heads, or how much of a stubborn mule you are. I’m gonna put you in your place and you’re gonna do as I say - this is my ship and I’ve got the big fancy hat.” She grinned from pointed ear to pointed ear. “And that big fancy hat commands respect. You’ll have mine until you give me a reason to rescind it. Capiche?”
“And I ain’t like other bosses.” She raised a leg out of the water and placed it upon Tilly’s for a moment as she spoke, getting a little comfy. “I don’t give a shit about your heritage, first of all. The fancy houses and titles of my crew mean jack to me, I only care about what you’re capable of and how much value you add to my crew. So far I see a whole lot of potential, and that was before we slept together.” She gave another wink of her amber eye. “Only place I’ll see you as a piece of meat is between the sheets, and I think that’s mutual as two gals having fun without any strings attached.”
“On that note…” She pulled herself free of the soapy water, which ran down her green skinned form, and turned around before sitting back down again between Tilly’s legs with the goblin’s back pressed against her. She leaned in and looked over her shoulder while her hand lifted up to touch Tilly’s cheek.. “We should do that again sometime, Fussy Boots. Maybe make it a regular thing, eh? Whaddya say?” She stroked her hand down Tilly’s cheek as she continued. “Yeah, I got a rule about not doing my crew, but you’re not officially part of the crew yet. Since we’ve already done it, you won’t count when I bring you aboard.”
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Ms. Tilly Vanderbilt
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: now now, it's rude to ask a woman her age
Appearance: From her flaming locks to her sultry hazel eyes, Miss Vanderbilt is an extraordinary woman. She is of average height at about 5'5 and weighs about, oh that's a secret. The boys usually have a bad habit of looking at something other than her eyes. Her body is well maintained and often compared to that of a dancer.
Equipment: She wears black sleek clothing that hugs her curves and a pair of long gloves to avoid touching things with her bare hands. Tilly is the type of person who enjoys adding a little bit of color to her outfits. Her favorite piece of clothing is always the fur shawl she wears if the day isn't too humid. Along her hip sits a rapier finely polished and ready to pierce whatever is in range.
Skills and Abilities: Tilly comes from a family of merit and from that family learned to efficiently use her rapier. Her rapier a gift from her late father just before his passing. She hones her abilities of agility and elegance similar to a rose. People see her beauty but not the thorns that will prick their skin. It's not their fault there, Tilly can be quite the sweet talker and often talks her way out of tight corners.
Biography: Matilda Vanderbilt born into a wealthy merchant family is now off on her own. She dreams of one day owning a boat with her own crew. The wind in the hair, the smell of salt in her nostrils, and the freedom of adventure. She was never meant to have a desk job and sit around all day. Tilly currently is in the business of handling other people's money. She dreams often about the sound of coins clanking together and hoping one day those will be her coins.
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 15:54:47 GMT -5
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Post by Ms. Tilly Vanderbilt on Jul 14, 2023 15:18:34 GMT -5
She rubbed the goblin's shoulders. Tilly understands the stress of management and how it all goes to her shoulders. "Capiche. I hear you loud and clear." The night was pleasant.
"I wouldn't be opposed to another go with you, captain." Her voice oozed a flirtatious tone. Things get messy with workplace mingling, but Frankie did have a point. She technically wasn't a part of the crew when they were bumping in the sheets. "No string attached, I like the sound of that. I don't want any feelings to affect our work." Tilly continued to work the knots and stiffness in Frankie's shoulders. "We should pace ourselves. Too much of this and we won't have the energy to work the next morning."
This moment felt serene, a different tone from the last time she was on a ship. The dark skies, the roaring thunder, the voyage through the mist was a hard-fought one. She smiled at the green hand on her cheek. She could feel the intense labor in those hands, they were textured but still had a soft touch. She cupped her hand over Frankie's, the two hands caressing Tilly's cheek. "Shall we start the day?"
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Fran'garaz "Frankie"
Established
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 30
Appearance: Frankie stands at a small 5 foot even. This is of course taller than most goblins, who average out at about 4 feet to 4'4 feet, but shes far shorter than those of her father's race, as orcs tend to average 6+ feet.
She's unmistakable as a half Goblin however, by her green skin and short darker green hair, her long, pointed ears, and her long, mischievous grin. However, some orc does creep into her features, most notably by the small tusks that jut up from the bottom of the jaw. They're small enough that they're only noticeable when she smiles.
Her face is slightly more attractive than most goblins, with high cheekbones, large orange pupiled eyes, and a slightly upturned button nose. Her hair is mostly unkempt on top with similar bangs that droop down at the top of her jaw, but the back is usually pulled into a small, messy ponytail.
Finally, she sports a handful of golden rings through her ears, as well as a ring through her septum.
Though she could be considered relatively attractive, she's still prone to goblin hyperactivity from time to time which twists her features. In such a state, her eyes and grin seem to grow larger and slightly crazed, but this state is usually one of joyfulness and mischievousness, and rarely ends in injury. Instead, it's more likely to result in mere property damage
Equipment: Frankie is a merchant vessel captain first and foremost. To keep up appearances, she can usually be found wearing a white silken shirt, a big red belt with a golden buckle, and a pair of navy pants that match her captain's coat and tricorn hat.
However, she never really forsook her tribal heritage. When out in the wilds or jn private, she sometimes can be found in her a light, leather and fur top that covers her from half way up her midsection and up to her neck, leaving her midriff and arms exposed. This is coupled with a matching skirt that reaches just above her knees, and finally a pair of wraps that cover her shins and ankles, then wraps around the middle of her feet, leaving the ankles and toes exposed, giving her better purchase when in the brush.
Frankie is an expert with a knife and always has one on her for personal protection, but she is also a great shot with a bow and arrow, having been taught by her mother. Though her father always wanted to teach her how to wield an axe, being an orc, she found that she had trouble with the weight of such weapons, and decided a quick, versatile fighting style would keep her alive longer.
Finally, though not equipment, she owns her own trade ship. A fairly large boat for a goblin, the ship is one part her home, one part transport hauler, and one part store front. She's spent a good few years collecting and trading that the hull of the ship is mostly full of all sorts of goods.
Skills and Abilities: Frankie is a merchant first and foremost. Goblins tended to do most of the trading in her mixed tribe, as the orcs weren't as charismatic nor crafty enough to trade efficiently. The goblins however used their stature and the stereotypes of their kind to their advantage, allowing their trade partners to think they're ripping them off, when the tables are actually turned.
As a half Goblin, Frankie is able to use a handful of tactics from both goblins and larger humanoids, as well as her looks. She's a fair merchant, but has a keen eye for an excellent deal. She's one to take advantage of whatever situation she comes into, and usually ends up on top.
Being the daughter of a goblin ranger and an orc warrior, she also knows how to hunt and fight with great skill, choosing range and a knife as well as her own two hands.
Finally, like most goblins, she is prone to Goblin Hyperactivity. When this occurs, starts to think, speak, and move at great speeds, often running and climbing from one thing to the other, and it usually ends with great joy and mischief as well as likely property damage. There's no time to consider not breaking something when there's fun to be had, stuff to climb, and things to do.
Enemies of the goblins often consider this akin to a berserker frenzy, but those who are friends of the goblins either join in the fun or stay out of the way.
Registered: Jan 9, 2022 23:34:33 GMT -5
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Post by Fran'garaz "Frankie" on Jul 14, 2023 15:40:58 GMT -5
Frankie groaned a little into the massage, not realising until then how much tension she’d been carrying. She leaned into it as her eyes closed, feeling the knots in her muscles slowly start to dissipate under the pressure of Tilly’s hands.
“When I’m on deck I’m a captain first and a lover second,” Frankie said as she stretches out her back a little, then leaned back into Tilly. “I’m not gonna let any of this affect the efficiency of my crew, even if I am sleeping with one of ‘em.” She gave a little chuckle at that, finding the irony in what she’d said just before very obvious. But she had her exception to the rule and she herself made the rules, so she didn’t care.
“Hey, I’m not talking all night sessions like last night, Fussy Boots.” Frankie looked back over her shoulder again as she spoke, a grin across her pointed features. “That was me blowing off a little steam. Well, a lotta steam, months worth. It ain’t always gonna be that kind of a marathon, unless its, like, my birthday or something.” She looked forward again to let Tilly continue her work. “There’s room for a bit of intimacy before a good night’s sleep. I’ve found I actually sleep better after a bit of fun.”
She plucked Tilly’s hands from her shoulders and draped them over her front, then pressed herself into the red head, enjoying the closeness for a brief moment. “Start the day…” she echoed, hand gently stroking up and down Tilly’s arm in thought. She found herself exceptionally comfortable in Fussy Boot’s embrace, with the arms over her front, and her chest at her back. It certainly had been too long. “I don’t even know how to start the day any more. Its a whole new world out there.”
Frankie tapped at Tilly’s arm for a few more seconds in thought. “Guess I gotta make sure the crew’s kept busy. Get the bosun and quartermaster to do another inventory. The others could do some scrubbing, gotta make sure we’re presentable to the new townsfolk.” She reached up and rubbed her eyes gently as she continued. “Shit, then I’ve gotta think of a plan to take to that cat. See what I can get in exchange for my wares… I’ve got ideas and these folk need what I’ve got. If I can’t sell em… I guess I’ll just barter my big green tits off and see how much I can squeeze outta the mayor. Some land or something.” She opened her eyes again and blinked away the sparkly dots that swirled in her vision. “Maybe take a nap. Welcome to join me, of course.”
She slipped down just a touch and looked up at Tilly. “Then once I’ve got a better idea of where we’re at, hire you to my crew. You’ve already got the job, I reckon I’m gonna need something to occupy my time if I’m not making several deals a week any more, just gotta see where we’re at first. Until then you’re welcome to hang around, just don’t go helping yourself to any of my fancy shit, alright? We may be fucking, but you’ve still gotta earn my trust a little more. You could be a devil with sexy legs for all I know.” She gave another wink. She knew Tilly probably wouldn’t steal anything of hers, but she had to be sure.
Frankie let out a sigh and pushed a little further back into Tilly. “Or we could make out, fool around a little before breakfast. I’ve still got a little steam left to blow.”
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Ms. Tilly Vanderbilt
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: now now, it's rude to ask a woman her age
Appearance: From her flaming locks to her sultry hazel eyes, Miss Vanderbilt is an extraordinary woman. She is of average height at about 5'5 and weighs about, oh that's a secret. The boys usually have a bad habit of looking at something other than her eyes. Her body is well maintained and often compared to that of a dancer.
Equipment: She wears black sleek clothing that hugs her curves and a pair of long gloves to avoid touching things with her bare hands. Tilly is the type of person who enjoys adding a little bit of color to her outfits. Her favorite piece of clothing is always the fur shawl she wears if the day isn't too humid. Along her hip sits a rapier finely polished and ready to pierce whatever is in range.
Skills and Abilities: Tilly comes from a family of merit and from that family learned to efficiently use her rapier. Her rapier a gift from her late father just before his passing. She hones her abilities of agility and elegance similar to a rose. People see her beauty but not the thorns that will prick their skin. It's not their fault there, Tilly can be quite the sweet talker and often talks her way out of tight corners.
Biography: Matilda Vanderbilt born into a wealthy merchant family is now off on her own. She dreams of one day owning a boat with her own crew. The wind in the hair, the smell of salt in her nostrils, and the freedom of adventure. She was never meant to have a desk job and sit around all day. Tilly currently is in the business of handling other people's money. She dreams often about the sound of coins clanking together and hoping one day those will be her coins.
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 15:54:47 GMT -5
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Post by Ms. Tilly Vanderbilt on Jul 27, 2023 22:02:16 GMT -5
"Last night's session was steamier than this bath." Tilly would die of exhaustion if they kept doing it like the animals they were last night. "I found that I slept better last night too. I slept like a rock."
"When I first came here I was terrified. I still find myself waking up and realizing that I'm here instead of back in Isra. It's an entirely new place here, but with new comes exploration. Seeing this place, I can't wait to see what innovations will emerge. Every great civilization starts with a spark of ingenuity. The thought of what this place will become and knowing I get to be a part of me makes the pain of losing a home a little easier to bear. How did your days used to look?"
Tilly continued to listen to her new boss and lover talk. "I guess this is my first task of the day, getting the captain squeaky clean to go meet the big cat. I think it'll be good to start being able to sell what you've got on board. Do you specialize in a specific type of inventory or is it a little bit of everything?" She never really asked what it is they had in their cargo hold. It must be tough for whoever is doing inventory to sort through it all.
"I promise I won't go rummaging around where I'm not supposed to. I'll be around to help you in whatever way I can. You still have steam to go? I'm impressed. Would we be late if we went another round?" Tilly traced a fanger along Frankie's neck.
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Fran'garaz "Frankie"
Established
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 30
Appearance: Frankie stands at a small 5 foot even. This is of course taller than most goblins, who average out at about 4 feet to 4'4 feet, but shes far shorter than those of her father's race, as orcs tend to average 6+ feet.
She's unmistakable as a half Goblin however, by her green skin and short darker green hair, her long, pointed ears, and her long, mischievous grin. However, some orc does creep into her features, most notably by the small tusks that jut up from the bottom of the jaw. They're small enough that they're only noticeable when she smiles.
Her face is slightly more attractive than most goblins, with high cheekbones, large orange pupiled eyes, and a slightly upturned button nose. Her hair is mostly unkempt on top with similar bangs that droop down at the top of her jaw, but the back is usually pulled into a small, messy ponytail.
Finally, she sports a handful of golden rings through her ears, as well as a ring through her septum.
Though she could be considered relatively attractive, she's still prone to goblin hyperactivity from time to time which twists her features. In such a state, her eyes and grin seem to grow larger and slightly crazed, but this state is usually one of joyfulness and mischievousness, and rarely ends in injury. Instead, it's more likely to result in mere property damage
Equipment: Frankie is a merchant vessel captain first and foremost. To keep up appearances, she can usually be found wearing a white silken shirt, a big red belt with a golden buckle, and a pair of navy pants that match her captain's coat and tricorn hat.
However, she never really forsook her tribal heritage. When out in the wilds or jn private, she sometimes can be found in her a light, leather and fur top that covers her from half way up her midsection and up to her neck, leaving her midriff and arms exposed. This is coupled with a matching skirt that reaches just above her knees, and finally a pair of wraps that cover her shins and ankles, then wraps around the middle of her feet, leaving the ankles and toes exposed, giving her better purchase when in the brush.
Frankie is an expert with a knife and always has one on her for personal protection, but she is also a great shot with a bow and arrow, having been taught by her mother. Though her father always wanted to teach her how to wield an axe, being an orc, she found that she had trouble with the weight of such weapons, and decided a quick, versatile fighting style would keep her alive longer.
Finally, though not equipment, she owns her own trade ship. A fairly large boat for a goblin, the ship is one part her home, one part transport hauler, and one part store front. She's spent a good few years collecting and trading that the hull of the ship is mostly full of all sorts of goods.
Skills and Abilities: Frankie is a merchant first and foremost. Goblins tended to do most of the trading in her mixed tribe, as the orcs weren't as charismatic nor crafty enough to trade efficiently. The goblins however used their stature and the stereotypes of their kind to their advantage, allowing their trade partners to think they're ripping them off, when the tables are actually turned.
As a half Goblin, Frankie is able to use a handful of tactics from both goblins and larger humanoids, as well as her looks. She's a fair merchant, but has a keen eye for an excellent deal. She's one to take advantage of whatever situation she comes into, and usually ends up on top.
Being the daughter of a goblin ranger and an orc warrior, she also knows how to hunt and fight with great skill, choosing range and a knife as well as her own two hands.
Finally, like most goblins, she is prone to Goblin Hyperactivity. When this occurs, starts to think, speak, and move at great speeds, often running and climbing from one thing to the other, and it usually ends with great joy and mischief as well as likely property damage. There's no time to consider not breaking something when there's fun to be had, stuff to climb, and things to do.
Enemies of the goblins often consider this akin to a berserker frenzy, but those who are friends of the goblins either join in the fun or stay out of the way.
Registered: Jan 9, 2022 23:34:33 GMT -5
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Post by Fran'garaz "Frankie" on Jul 28, 2023 17:48:11 GMT -5
The half goblin smirked a little as Tilly recounted the events of the previous night. She felt a well of pride within, knowing she’d done one hell of a job on her new lover, and while Tilly had put up an amazing effort, Frankie had to show her who was boss. Mission successful, if you asked her.
She thought about mentioning something to that effect, but instead she chose to listen. She lounged in the water, using Tilly as a pillow and looked up at her as she spoke, fingers gently stroking at the smoothness of the tub’s rim. Innovations? Civilization? She hadn’t seen much, but Frankie found herself a little doubtful that it’d ever get bigger than a small coastal town. But, stranger things had happened, and seeing the hope in Tilly’s eyes as she spoke was actually refreshing to see. She’d let Fussy Boots have her hope, nothing would come form her own opinions, as un-formed as they were.
She smirked and chuckled a little as her hand slipped from the side of the tub and onto Tilly’s knee, which she tapped fondly. “I’ll be the cleanest goblin on the island,” she said, then sighed. “I’d love to sell my wares, I was gonna make a fortune on my last run. I was all loaded up when the seas went crazy, I was lucky not to lose anyone aboard. I was gonna buy a bigger boat, maybe a mansion… I dunno.” She pulled herself up a little and pressed her head against Tilly’s chest, and pulled the red head’s arms back around her. “Its just gonna need to be bartered. Give the island what they want, get what I want. Like I said, I’ve got ideas, but nothing solid.”
She slipped her hand into Tilly’s, finger through finger as she continued. “I didn’t specialise in anything,” she finally said. “But I was good at making deals and finding things for decent prices. I’d buy, say, three tonnes of wheat in one town. Sell it to the next for three times the profit.” Her eyes brightened for a moment. “I actually did do that once. Couldn’t believe it. Wealthy port town’s last crop wasn’t up to snuff, made out like a bandit. They were clambering over me for wheat, of all things.” She let out a little chuckle, then sighed. “Good times. But, uh, yeah, no, no speciality. Just a shrewd business mind, skill with a silver tongue, and a little bit of luck.”
She let to of Tilly’s hand and placed it on Frankie’s pierced breast with a warm smirk. That’s better. “My days used to start early. Make a show for the guys, get them motivated and moving. Breakfast, coffee, if we were out at sea review charts and courses, if we were in port start making deals. Lots of sailing, lots of giving orders, bartering on land, making some money, then probably end the day at the ale house. Get some booze in me, find some lucky guy or gal, make a night of it.” She shrugged just a touch. “What normal people get up to, I guess.”
Her smirk turned into a grin as she shifted to look over her shoulder to Tilly. “Fussy Boots, I haven’t even made a new schedule yet, we ain’t late for jack.” She lifted herself up just a touch and caressed Tilly’s face before pulling her into a long kiss. “I got steam left for you.”
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Ms. Tilly Vanderbilt
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: now now, it's rude to ask a woman her age
Appearance: From her flaming locks to her sultry hazel eyes, Miss Vanderbilt is an extraordinary woman. She is of average height at about 5'5 and weighs about, oh that's a secret. The boys usually have a bad habit of looking at something other than her eyes. Her body is well maintained and often compared to that of a dancer.
Equipment: She wears black sleek clothing that hugs her curves and a pair of long gloves to avoid touching things with her bare hands. Tilly is the type of person who enjoys adding a little bit of color to her outfits. Her favorite piece of clothing is always the fur shawl she wears if the day isn't too humid. Along her hip sits a rapier finely polished and ready to pierce whatever is in range.
Skills and Abilities: Tilly comes from a family of merit and from that family learned to efficiently use her rapier. Her rapier a gift from her late father just before his passing. She hones her abilities of agility and elegance similar to a rose. People see her beauty but not the thorns that will prick their skin. It's not their fault there, Tilly can be quite the sweet talker and often talks her way out of tight corners.
Biography: Matilda Vanderbilt born into a wealthy merchant family is now off on her own. She dreams of one day owning a boat with her own crew. The wind in the hair, the smell of salt in her nostrils, and the freedom of adventure. She was never meant to have a desk job and sit around all day. Tilly currently is in the business of handling other people's money. She dreams often about the sound of coins clanking together and hoping one day those will be her coins.
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 15:54:47 GMT -5
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Post by Ms. Tilly Vanderbilt on Aug 12, 2023 22:01:36 GMT -5
"You are lucky to have your crew intact. I didn't know many of the people I traveled here with but many of them were taken by the sea. I'm sure the things you've got would be a good sell. These days it seems like we've returned to trading. Many didn't think to bring their coins when the world's ending. If you get a mansion, I'm sure it'll be a beautiful sight. Seeing how you've decorated your sleeping chambers, an entire house would be something else."
Tilly snorted at Frankie's story. Three times as much for a bundle of wheat. Must be quite desperate times. "Must've been some top-quality wheat. Careful, they might trample you with the way you're talking up your product." As Tilly's hand is moved over Frankie's bosom, she gave it a squeeze. "I hate waking up. I don't think I've ever been an early bird. I just got used to waking up. The sound of money was a good motivator."
Tilly smirked when Frankie pulled her in for a long kiss. "I'll shut up then." Her voice sultry as she tilted Frankie's kiss, leaning down for another intimate kiss.
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Fran'garaz "Frankie"
Established
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 30
Appearance: Frankie stands at a small 5 foot even. This is of course taller than most goblins, who average out at about 4 feet to 4'4 feet, but shes far shorter than those of her father's race, as orcs tend to average 6+ feet.
She's unmistakable as a half Goblin however, by her green skin and short darker green hair, her long, pointed ears, and her long, mischievous grin. However, some orc does creep into her features, most notably by the small tusks that jut up from the bottom of the jaw. They're small enough that they're only noticeable when she smiles.
Her face is slightly more attractive than most goblins, with high cheekbones, large orange pupiled eyes, and a slightly upturned button nose. Her hair is mostly unkempt on top with similar bangs that droop down at the top of her jaw, but the back is usually pulled into a small, messy ponytail.
Finally, she sports a handful of golden rings through her ears, as well as a ring through her septum.
Though she could be considered relatively attractive, she's still prone to goblin hyperactivity from time to time which twists her features. In such a state, her eyes and grin seem to grow larger and slightly crazed, but this state is usually one of joyfulness and mischievousness, and rarely ends in injury. Instead, it's more likely to result in mere property damage
Equipment: Frankie is a merchant vessel captain first and foremost. To keep up appearances, she can usually be found wearing a white silken shirt, a big red belt with a golden buckle, and a pair of navy pants that match her captain's coat and tricorn hat.
However, she never really forsook her tribal heritage. When out in the wilds or jn private, she sometimes can be found in her a light, leather and fur top that covers her from half way up her midsection and up to her neck, leaving her midriff and arms exposed. This is coupled with a matching skirt that reaches just above her knees, and finally a pair of wraps that cover her shins and ankles, then wraps around the middle of her feet, leaving the ankles and toes exposed, giving her better purchase when in the brush.
Frankie is an expert with a knife and always has one on her for personal protection, but she is also a great shot with a bow and arrow, having been taught by her mother. Though her father always wanted to teach her how to wield an axe, being an orc, she found that she had trouble with the weight of such weapons, and decided a quick, versatile fighting style would keep her alive longer.
Finally, though not equipment, she owns her own trade ship. A fairly large boat for a goblin, the ship is one part her home, one part transport hauler, and one part store front. She's spent a good few years collecting and trading that the hull of the ship is mostly full of all sorts of goods.
Skills and Abilities: Frankie is a merchant first and foremost. Goblins tended to do most of the trading in her mixed tribe, as the orcs weren't as charismatic nor crafty enough to trade efficiently. The goblins however used their stature and the stereotypes of their kind to their advantage, allowing their trade partners to think they're ripping them off, when the tables are actually turned.
As a half Goblin, Frankie is able to use a handful of tactics from both goblins and larger humanoids, as well as her looks. She's a fair merchant, but has a keen eye for an excellent deal. She's one to take advantage of whatever situation she comes into, and usually ends up on top.
Being the daughter of a goblin ranger and an orc warrior, she also knows how to hunt and fight with great skill, choosing range and a knife as well as her own two hands.
Finally, like most goblins, she is prone to Goblin Hyperactivity. When this occurs, starts to think, speak, and move at great speeds, often running and climbing from one thing to the other, and it usually ends with great joy and mischief as well as likely property damage. There's no time to consider not breaking something when there's fun to be had, stuff to climb, and things to do.
Enemies of the goblins often consider this akin to a berserker frenzy, but those who are friends of the goblins either join in the fun or stay out of the way.
Registered: Jan 9, 2022 23:34:33 GMT -5
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Post by Fran'garaz "Frankie" on Aug 20, 2023 13:13:47 GMT -5
“That’s cause I gotta good crew,” Frankie said as she gently stroked Tilly’s chin. “I train ‘em well, they look after me and each other, and I look after them. We’re one big family here, a buncha green skins and one red head.” Another little kiss, then she tapped Tilly’s chin. “Oh, just don’t call ‘em greenskins. We ain’t too fond of non-greenies calling us that.” Her other hand gently rested on the arm that Tilly kept around the goblin before she continued. “I got supplies enough that’ll get me a nice little plot to retire on, if I want. And I got enough to decorate it.”
“Best wheat along the coast,” Frankie said as she nestled a little more into Tilly’s embrace. “I only carry the best of anything. Including you, I may be short, but I ain’t weak.” She gave a wink, then at the agreement of shutting up, Frankie put those lips to better use for several moments, but then she broke the kiss.
“Yeah fuck it, c’mon.” With that, she rose from the bath and grabbed a towel, which she used to do a very quick pat down, then tossed it to Tilly and walked to the bed, gesturing over her shoulder for the red head to join her. “I’m not doing anything but you this morning, Fussy Boots. Get over here.”
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Ms. Tilly Vanderbilt
Established
Roleplay posts: 37
Age: now now, it's rude to ask a woman her age
Appearance: From her flaming locks to her sultry hazel eyes, Miss Vanderbilt is an extraordinary woman. She is of average height at about 5'5 and weighs about, oh that's a secret. The boys usually have a bad habit of looking at something other than her eyes. Her body is well maintained and often compared to that of a dancer.
Equipment: She wears black sleek clothing that hugs her curves and a pair of long gloves to avoid touching things with her bare hands. Tilly is the type of person who enjoys adding a little bit of color to her outfits. Her favorite piece of clothing is always the fur shawl she wears if the day isn't too humid. Along her hip sits a rapier finely polished and ready to pierce whatever is in range.
Skills and Abilities: Tilly comes from a family of merit and from that family learned to efficiently use her rapier. Her rapier a gift from her late father just before his passing. She hones her abilities of agility and elegance similar to a rose. People see her beauty but not the thorns that will prick their skin. It's not their fault there, Tilly can be quite the sweet talker and often talks her way out of tight corners.
Biography: Matilda Vanderbilt born into a wealthy merchant family is now off on her own. She dreams of one day owning a boat with her own crew. The wind in the hair, the smell of salt in her nostrils, and the freedom of adventure. She was never meant to have a desk job and sit around all day. Tilly currently is in the business of handling other people's money. She dreams often about the sound of coins clanking together and hoping one day those will be her coins.
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 15:54:47 GMT -5
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Post by Ms. Tilly Vanderbilt on Aug 25, 2023 15:23:31 GMT -5
Tilly doesn't object to that command. She saunters over to her new boss and lover. Whatever Frankie has in store for Tilly, she's ready to tackle it full steam ahead. The lass wonders which will make her more sore, the work or the lovemaking. No matter, she will learn to love and appreciate both of them.
In time, she hopes to learn the ins and outs of business at sea and even sail the sea someday. That someday might be a distant thought. Being stuck in this new far away place seems to have brought a new opportunity she never saw coming. Even if she remains stuck here until the end of her time, this land is vast and she's sure to make the most of it.
"I'm ready to be your most devoted worker." She coos falling into the arms of her lustful lover.
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Fran'garaz "Frankie"
Established
Roleplay posts: 44
Age: 30
Appearance: Frankie stands at a small 5 foot even. This is of course taller than most goblins, who average out at about 4 feet to 4'4 feet, but shes far shorter than those of her father's race, as orcs tend to average 6+ feet.
She's unmistakable as a half Goblin however, by her green skin and short darker green hair, her long, pointed ears, and her long, mischievous grin. However, some orc does creep into her features, most notably by the small tusks that jut up from the bottom of the jaw. They're small enough that they're only noticeable when she smiles.
Her face is slightly more attractive than most goblins, with high cheekbones, large orange pupiled eyes, and a slightly upturned button nose. Her hair is mostly unkempt on top with similar bangs that droop down at the top of her jaw, but the back is usually pulled into a small, messy ponytail.
Finally, she sports a handful of golden rings through her ears, as well as a ring through her septum.
Though she could be considered relatively attractive, she's still prone to goblin hyperactivity from time to time which twists her features. In such a state, her eyes and grin seem to grow larger and slightly crazed, but this state is usually one of joyfulness and mischievousness, and rarely ends in injury. Instead, it's more likely to result in mere property damage
Equipment: Frankie is a merchant vessel captain first and foremost. To keep up appearances, she can usually be found wearing a white silken shirt, a big red belt with a golden buckle, and a pair of navy pants that match her captain's coat and tricorn hat.
However, she never really forsook her tribal heritage. When out in the wilds or jn private, she sometimes can be found in her a light, leather and fur top that covers her from half way up her midsection and up to her neck, leaving her midriff and arms exposed. This is coupled with a matching skirt that reaches just above her knees, and finally a pair of wraps that cover her shins and ankles, then wraps around the middle of her feet, leaving the ankles and toes exposed, giving her better purchase when in the brush.
Frankie is an expert with a knife and always has one on her for personal protection, but she is also a great shot with a bow and arrow, having been taught by her mother. Though her father always wanted to teach her how to wield an axe, being an orc, she found that she had trouble with the weight of such weapons, and decided a quick, versatile fighting style would keep her alive longer.
Finally, though not equipment, she owns her own trade ship. A fairly large boat for a goblin, the ship is one part her home, one part transport hauler, and one part store front. She's spent a good few years collecting and trading that the hull of the ship is mostly full of all sorts of goods.
Skills and Abilities: Frankie is a merchant first and foremost. Goblins tended to do most of the trading in her mixed tribe, as the orcs weren't as charismatic nor crafty enough to trade efficiently. The goblins however used their stature and the stereotypes of their kind to their advantage, allowing their trade partners to think they're ripping them off, when the tables are actually turned.
As a half Goblin, Frankie is able to use a handful of tactics from both goblins and larger humanoids, as well as her looks. She's a fair merchant, but has a keen eye for an excellent deal. She's one to take advantage of whatever situation she comes into, and usually ends up on top.
Being the daughter of a goblin ranger and an orc warrior, she also knows how to hunt and fight with great skill, choosing range and a knife as well as her own two hands.
Finally, like most goblins, she is prone to Goblin Hyperactivity. When this occurs, starts to think, speak, and move at great speeds, often running and climbing from one thing to the other, and it usually ends with great joy and mischief as well as likely property damage. There's no time to consider not breaking something when there's fun to be had, stuff to climb, and things to do.
Enemies of the goblins often consider this akin to a berserker frenzy, but those who are friends of the goblins either join in the fun or stay out of the way.
Registered: Jan 9, 2022 23:34:33 GMT -5
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Post by Fran'garaz "Frankie" on Sept 1, 2023 14:20:54 GMT -5
Frankie pulled the red head into a tender embrace and a kiss, then giggled as she rolled the two over. Screw the world outside, Frankie didn’t plan on seeing the day that morning, just more of her lover…
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The morning had come and gone while the pair enjoyed each other’s company between the sheets of Frankie’s bed, and neither of them were in a state to complain. The captain had a warm glow about her as she pulled her trousers up by the side of the bed. As much as she wanted to spend the rest of the day in Tilly’s arms, whispering sweet nothings to each other - something she’d certainly missed in the many months at sea - she really had to get on with her day.
She turned to the bed, still bare chested, and looked her lover over. “Y’know, for a random island in a random sea… I think I struck gold.” She says before grabbing her shirt and pulled it around herself. “I haven’t spent a whole night and morning going at it like that in… years, I guess. Usually its a few hours and we go our separate ways.” She gave Tilly a wink. “Guess that makes you special, Fussy Boots.”
She started doing up her buttons and tucked the bottom of her shirt in before continuing. “Feel free to stick around and be comfy,” she said. “I’d wager there’s nowhere like my cabin on the island, and I think you’ve deserved some comfort after treating me so damn right.” She stretched out her back to the tune of several satisfying cracks. “I’m gonna enjoy getting used to this.”
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