Hand of the Mist
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Roleplay posts: 57
Registered: Mar 26, 2021 0:51:23 GMT -5
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Post by Hand of the Mist on Jan 25, 2023 17:36:11 GMT -5
A small gathering of trees and foliage sits between Sevintera proper and the Correa Coterie. On its eastern side, closer to the water, there is a sunny clearing, perhaps the only place free from the occasional mist or the downcast skies above. A white, yellow-crested parrot and a long-footed, foxlike dog frequent this place, watching whoever visits with silent judgement.
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Vasco Correa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Appearance: Thin and lithe, Vasco is his mother's antithesis, taking only her broad shoulders as his own. His narrow, diamond-shaped face and long features can be seen as striking, if not handsome, by many.
He has a head of immaculately trimmed, dirty blonde hair and it is clear he takes great care of it, trimming and oiling and all the works.
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Equipment: Vasco's preferred weapon of choice is a special rapier that houses a thin, hollow chamber typically filled with a neurotoxin found back in their homeland. The chamber can also be filled with other substances.
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Skills and Abilities: Vasco's vampiric curse can allow him to change her form into several distinct shapes: a shaggy black dog, a blackbird, and an eel.
His senses and natural strength are heightened considerably at night and gutter just as significantly during the day. He has excellent night vision that causes him to be blinded completely in the presence of the sun. Despite this, he does not burn in direct sunlight.
The Correa family's shared ability is that which to create loyal thralls without having to sire them into vampires. Thralls are created with a bite and a magical sigil. Sired vampires are created with a bite from the vampire, and then the ingestion of the vampire's blood. Thralls share a portion of the vampire's strength and can still walk freely in the sun, though with a newfound disdain for it. They are not vampires themselves but have a substantial, artificial fondness for them.
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 17:17:59 GMT -5
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Post by Vasco Correa on Jan 25, 2023 19:38:08 GMT -5
When Vasco first came upon the clearing, he had an instinctive dislike for it. The sun was too bright, the grass was too green, and there were two little visitors who stared at him the entire time. Still, something about the place felt extremely devoid of the children's presence. The thralls had been with mother so long that they scorned the sun nearly as much as the rest of the family. Csilla wasn't going to be immensely happy with the sun, but she hadn't been with him long enough to protest with vitriol. It was here that he brought her for dance lessons.
With her time in the sun, Csilla would find that her head would clear up just a little bit more, but that she still very much had an admiration for the man. There was also a vivid distaste for the sun for several long minutes, making her sigil burn and throb. Every time she brought it up, Vasco would move her sleeve down, press his lips against it, calm her down in all the ways that made her heart flutter.
Their lessons would happen in the morning, when the children were well asleep, and Maribel didn't dare take a step outside her tent. No, their only audience was the bird and the dog, who sometimes played around the edge of the clearing when they weren't watching.
Sometimes, he would bring out a piece of wood with plates and utensils, where he showed her how to properly dine. When he found that there was something he didn't know, he dragged one of the children out to help, which was among of their special nighttime lessons. Curtseying properly, speech, phrases. Dame, Marquess, Goodwoman, Duchess, Marchioness, certainly, wherefor, and on and on the nobles' dictionary went.
"Do you tire, Csilla? Do not strain yourself," said Vasco one day, sliding a strand of hair from her face.
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Csilla Kato
Established
Roleplay posts: 46
Age: 22
Appearance: Coming from humble beginnings, Csilla dresses simply in the fashion of the settlement of Pannoa. In spite of her ordinary upbringing, she carries herself with feminine grace while never being too dainty to carry out hard chores, at least normally. While not considered the most beautiful woman in the world, she is still noteworthy in terms of beauty.
Due to illness, her skin has grown pale, her lips and around her eyes have a blueish tint, and she's become thinner. She still has plenty of awareness and intelligence in her eyes however.
Equipment: Embroidery hoop
Sewing needles
pins
Threads of multiple colors
Mint based medicine
Skills and Abilities: Thread Spinning
Weaving
Sewing/tailoring
Embroidery
Contagious: Though the chances of being infected with her illness are low for healthy individuals, those with compromised immune systems are more vulnerable.
Biography: Csilla's family had been among the lucky ones to get onto the boat that saved their lives from the flood, but among the unlucky ones that did not make it to landfall. After the strenuous months at sea, an illness claimed each family member one by one. With no medicine to cure the along with the harsh conditions of the ship, Csilla arrived to the Isles alone.
The illness that ravaged her family has taken root in her as well, and has weakened her considerably. With no cure among them all they can offer is sympathy and comfort, and all she can offer in return is quiet busywork. With the time she has left she has been spending it praying or mending clothes,sails and other cloth based necessities that have been torn. Whenever she is not overburdened by work or her illness, she will take a stroll along the coast.
Registered: Apr 10, 2021 9:23:26 GMT -5
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Post by Csilla Kato on Feb 20, 2023 7:10:23 GMT -5
The clearing had initially looked picturesque to Csilla when Vasco had first introduced it to her. Perhaps a year ago she would have readily frolicked in the kiss of the sunrays, but just as Vasco warned, as time marched on the disdain for its overbearing weight served to dampen her enthusiasm. Her "Guardian Angel" as she called him, put his best image of attentiveness forward, and to his credit it did serve to soothe her frustrations when they became overwhelming.
There was something to be said about her ability to think under what she deemed a "stressful situation" as she called it. Though if she could choose, she readily returned to the dreamlike, fluttery sensation that came with her enthrallment.
She couldn't exactly blame Vasco for his schedule choices. The more she'd spent time around him, the more keenly aware she became of the constant surveillance he found himself under, unwittingly or not. Many times she's had to gently shoo the little troublemakers from his space in order to give him some peace of mind in between lessons. There was a sense that Maribel was none too pleased at the gentle enforcement of Vasco's privacy but she'd toed the line well enough not to warrant a discussion.
Thankfully Csilla had a certain finesse that made taking to manners simple enough. Vasco had to endure a few stepped toes, but at least dancing mistakes could be laughed away in private, as she apologized for her two left feet. Csilla's particular struggle were turn of phrases and titles. Perhaps it could be forgiven, given she came from a different system of government, however there were moments she seemed discouraged. This was one of those moments.
A piece of chalk in hand and a wide clay tile she was trying to memorize and translate it back in her own language to make it easier for herself but with little luck. She only snapped out of her thoughts when the vampire brushed a strand of hair out of her face. She smiled reassuringly before rubbing her eyes, smearing a bit of white chalk on her cheek.
"Perfection demands effort," She sighed, "though... I hate to bring this up again, but.. Did you speak to your Mother about the wedding?" He said he would, but she also knew he could get cold feet when it came to Maribel.
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Vasco Correa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Appearance: Thin and lithe, Vasco is his mother's antithesis, taking only her broad shoulders as his own. His narrow, diamond-shaped face and long features can be seen as striking, if not handsome, by many.
He has a head of immaculately trimmed, dirty blonde hair and it is clear he takes great care of it, trimming and oiling and all the works.
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Equipment: Vasco's preferred weapon of choice is a special rapier that houses a thin, hollow chamber typically filled with a neurotoxin found back in their homeland. The chamber can also be filled with other substances.
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Skills and Abilities: Vasco's vampiric curse can allow him to change her form into several distinct shapes: a shaggy black dog, a blackbird, and an eel.
His senses and natural strength are heightened considerably at night and gutter just as significantly during the day. He has excellent night vision that causes him to be blinded completely in the presence of the sun. Despite this, he does not burn in direct sunlight.
The Correa family's shared ability is that which to create loyal thralls without having to sire them into vampires. Thralls are created with a bite and a magical sigil. Sired vampires are created with a bite from the vampire, and then the ingestion of the vampire's blood. Thralls share a portion of the vampire's strength and can still walk freely in the sun, though with a newfound disdain for it. They are not vampires themselves but have a substantial, artificial fondness for them.
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 17:17:59 GMT -5
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Post by Vasco Correa on Mar 13, 2023 16:03:20 GMT -5
If Vasco had hackles, they would be standing on end. The man's lips retreated between his teeth and his mouth became a line. With a soft groan, the ends turned up in a strained smile. "Oh, Csilla... dear. Love. My sweet. I'm just... not sure Maribel is ready to hear about such things yet. You know how traditional she is! Courting takes an inordinate amount of time where she comes from." He took the chance to spin her around so she was facing their guests, who watched from the shade of a birch tree. He didn't want her to watch him while he composed himself.
"I think our friends agree. Let us give it more time, yes? I promise I'll ask her when the time comes, you'll just have to trust me. I'm never going to leave you, Csilla." With that, he scooped his arms beneath her legs and lifted her up, shuffling her to the side so she could look at him at last, this time with a dashing smile on display. "Besides, why would we rush away from these moments?"
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Csilla Kato
Established
Roleplay posts: 46
Age: 22
Appearance: Coming from humble beginnings, Csilla dresses simply in the fashion of the settlement of Pannoa. In spite of her ordinary upbringing, she carries herself with feminine grace while never being too dainty to carry out hard chores, at least normally. While not considered the most beautiful woman in the world, she is still noteworthy in terms of beauty.
Due to illness, her skin has grown pale, her lips and around her eyes have a blueish tint, and she's become thinner. She still has plenty of awareness and intelligence in her eyes however.
Equipment: Embroidery hoop
Sewing needles
pins
Threads of multiple colors
Mint based medicine
Skills and Abilities: Thread Spinning
Weaving
Sewing/tailoring
Embroidery
Contagious: Though the chances of being infected with her illness are low for healthy individuals, those with compromised immune systems are more vulnerable.
Biography: Csilla's family had been among the lucky ones to get onto the boat that saved their lives from the flood, but among the unlucky ones that did not make it to landfall. After the strenuous months at sea, an illness claimed each family member one by one. With no medicine to cure the along with the harsh conditions of the ship, Csilla arrived to the Isles alone.
The illness that ravaged her family has taken root in her as well, and has weakened her considerably. With no cure among them all they can offer is sympathy and comfort, and all she can offer in return is quiet busywork. With the time she has left she has been spending it praying or mending clothes,sails and other cloth based necessities that have been torn. Whenever she is not overburdened by work or her illness, she will take a stroll along the coast.
Registered: Apr 10, 2021 9:23:26 GMT -5
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Post by Csilla Kato on Mar 17, 2023 14:11:20 GMT -5
Csilla tilted her head ashe already began with excuses that quickly revealed the truth of the matter. She looked at him hopefully, waiting for disappointment to at the very last second to turn into joy. She hung on ever word and- He, again, didn't even whisper it. She seemed almost stunned as Vasco spun her around to hide his lack of composure, but their common "guests" would see her face sink into displeasure finally betraying her true feelings.
More time. He wanted more time. They were already at the end of the world, how much time did anyone really have? Before she could even object, she was swooped up in his arms, and his smile... That weapon he brandished so elegantly melted her heart. With a sigh she wrapped her arms up around his neck. "You're right, my love. I'm being selfish." She returned a smile, hoping that would ease him too.
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Vasco Correa
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Appearance: Thin and lithe, Vasco is his mother's antithesis, taking only her broad shoulders as his own. His narrow, diamond-shaped face and long features can be seen as striking, if not handsome, by many.
He has a head of immaculately trimmed, dirty blonde hair and it is clear he takes great care of it, trimming and oiling and all the works.
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Equipment: Vasco's preferred weapon of choice is a special rapier that houses a thin, hollow chamber typically filled with a neurotoxin found back in their homeland. The chamber can also be filled with other substances.
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Skills and Abilities: Vasco's vampiric curse can allow him to change her form into several distinct shapes: a shaggy black dog, a blackbird, and an eel.
His senses and natural strength are heightened considerably at night and gutter just as significantly during the day. He has excellent night vision that causes him to be blinded completely in the presence of the sun. Despite this, he does not burn in direct sunlight.
The Correa family's shared ability is that which to create loyal thralls without having to sire them into vampires. Thralls are created with a bite and a magical sigil. Sired vampires are created with a bite from the vampire, and then the ingestion of the vampire's blood. Thralls share a portion of the vampire's strength and can still walk freely in the sun, though with a newfound disdain for it. They are not vampires themselves but have a substantial, artificial fondness for them.
Registered: Mar 22, 2021 17:17:59 GMT -5
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Post by Vasco Correa on Mar 23, 2023 11:42:50 GMT -5
Vasco could feel the tension in her body but also knew when it left her. He didn't know how long he would be able to keep this script running. It worked now, but every single time she became just a little bit more impatient. Eventually, the curse would overwhelm her, but by then she'd be little more than an obedient husk, and he wanted what he could from her before then. Perhaps, by that time, Maribel would-
"Never. You're perfect," he told her, dismissing the thought. He put a hand on her back, leaning her in to kiss her.
The bird cawed.
With a twitch of his brow, the vampire ignored the bird and placed his thrall gently on the ground. "What else would you like to do today? It's always hard to tell the time here, so I haven't any idea how long we have left."
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Csilla Kato
Established
Roleplay posts: 46
Age: 22
Appearance: Coming from humble beginnings, Csilla dresses simply in the fashion of the settlement of Pannoa. In spite of her ordinary upbringing, she carries herself with feminine grace while never being too dainty to carry out hard chores, at least normally. While not considered the most beautiful woman in the world, she is still noteworthy in terms of beauty.
Due to illness, her skin has grown pale, her lips and around her eyes have a blueish tint, and she's become thinner. She still has plenty of awareness and intelligence in her eyes however.
Equipment: Embroidery hoop
Sewing needles
pins
Threads of multiple colors
Mint based medicine
Skills and Abilities: Thread Spinning
Weaving
Sewing/tailoring
Embroidery
Contagious: Though the chances of being infected with her illness are low for healthy individuals, those with compromised immune systems are more vulnerable.
Biography: Csilla's family had been among the lucky ones to get onto the boat that saved their lives from the flood, but among the unlucky ones that did not make it to landfall. After the strenuous months at sea, an illness claimed each family member one by one. With no medicine to cure the along with the harsh conditions of the ship, Csilla arrived to the Isles alone.
The illness that ravaged her family has taken root in her as well, and has weakened her considerably. With no cure among them all they can offer is sympathy and comfort, and all she can offer in return is quiet busywork. With the time she has left she has been spending it praying or mending clothes,sails and other cloth based necessities that have been torn. Whenever she is not overburdened by work or her illness, she will take a stroll along the coast.
Registered: Apr 10, 2021 9:23:26 GMT -5
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Post by Csilla Kato on Mar 23, 2023 19:07:32 GMT -5
As Vasco leaned in, their lips met only briefly before the disrupting caws rang out. Hardly a romantic way to end the moment, but eitherway the Master had placed Csilla back on her feet. Though Vasco had found it in him to ignore the cries of fowl, the Thrall's curiosity couldn't help but be drawn either with annoyance or curiosity. Perhaps a tinge of both at once.
"Ah," Csilla looked at the sky as if to try and infer a judgement of her own. It wasn't really in her expertise, however. "Well, your... Sister? Theophania requested I meet with her for daylight tea and crafts. It would be in bad taste to disappoint her." she shrugged with her hands at either side as a gesture of 'what can you do?'. "I assume she just wants me to fix a tear in her doll, I'm just suprised she's insisting to do it while the sun is still in the sky." Then again the poor child viewed the doll as a full blooded sister, Perhaps a tear was as worrysome to her as a broken limb.
As the pair parted ways with the glade, They returned to the shade away from the sun. Csilla felt the heaviness lift, but the fog in her mind start to set in once again. It was like... floating even while walking. A feeling that allowed her to feel her heart thump loudly everytime she glanced over towards the vampire. No birdsong could compare, no wildflowers either.
Her attention was only distracted when she felt the scan of a gaze. Only to spot its source having already seated herself under the shade of a canopy infront of some kind of tent. She had a little log seat, accompanied why a crate that had been half buried in the sand to serve as a table. The steam rising from her cup gave semblance that was was just recently prepared and still hot. Theophania smiled softly towards the pair. She seemed mostly interested in Csilla's presence moreso than her brother's for once. Csilla was about to speak when the little girl held a hand up to stop her. Her little eyes wandered as if listening, and then pointed to her older brother with an unsettlingtly calm finger. "The wind says you have to leave." She then seemed to regain some kind of childish bubbliness. "I asked them if you could stay too, I promised you'd be good but they still said no. Don't worry, your doll will be very at home here."
"Err... Thank-.. thank you?" Csilla didn't know what to make of it but, after giving Vasco a last glance she decided it was best to simply sit down on the opposite side of the table, only the find out it was occupied by that wretched ragdoll. One of her button eyes was by now hanging disturbingly down, looking like it was hanging on its last threads, and yet, Theophania's convictions about its soul made it unblinking stare all the more unsettling. "Oh, pardon... me?" She looked over to Theo who was more preocupied drinking her tea. It dawned on her there also was not a second cup.
"Did... Dahlia not want tea?" "She doesn't drink tea. She only likes coffee, and there isn't anymore." "I see.."
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Maribel Correa
Established
Roleplay posts: 22
Appearance: Maribel is a towering, broad-shouldered woman with skin as pale as polished ivory. Though she has a square jaw and sharp, piercing features, there is a way about her movements that retains a soft, delicate manner.
She has yellow eyes like a cat's with impressively large pupils, becoming pitch black in the absence of light or when she spots something particularly fascinating. Her hair is predominantly white with a few strands of black beneath the layers, similar to how hair changes as humans age.
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Equipment: A bladed whip is the last surviving weapon in Maribel's repertoire after the great flood. Other than that, she has the crystal ball, which is little more than a toy now in the mists.
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Skills and Abilities: Transformation:
Maribel's vampiric curse can allow her to change her form into several distinct shapes: a shaggy black dog, a humanoid bat creature, and an oily snake, none of which are smaller than Maribel's human form.
Her senses and natural strength are heightened considerably at night and gutter just as significantly during the day. She has excellent night vision that causes her to be blinded completely in the presence of the sun. If in direct contact with sunlight, she burns.
The Correa family's shared ability is that which to create loyal thralls without having to sire them into vampires. Thralls are created with a bite, and sired vampires are created with a bite that doesn't kill the victim, and then feeding the victim the vampire's blood. Thralls share a portion of the vampire's strength and can still walk freely in the sun, though with a newly found disdain for it.
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 14:42:37 GMT -5
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Post by Maribel Correa on Mar 24, 2023 14:24:54 GMT -5
Vasco sneered at Theo as she shooed him away, but the prickles on the back of his neck told him that it would be best to watch from afar today. With a final squeeze of Csilla's hand and a worried smile, he slinked away into the woods. He looked over his shoulder before he disappeared, glaring at Theo.
From behind the tent, Huey appeared, his footfalls making nary a sound. Like a ghost, the billowing skirts of the matriarch herself followed closely behind. Upon her head sat a mantilla weaved with golden roses and nested in her flaxen hair. In her hands, she held a porcelain mask inlaid with gold that healed jagged cracks along its surface. The woman smiled kindly at Csilla, though her eyes narrowed into sharp slits. The sky darkened, and yet still she kept to the shade of the trees.
"Weaver Csilla. What a coincidence!" Her voice was soft, as though she were speaking to her children. She beckoned her closer with a finger. "I was searching for someone who might be able to help us." She turned the mask around in her hands to face the young woman. "The children have been missing their doll, and I was hoping to entertain them with a bit of company. This mask is made of magic and will animate clay around it. I would do it myself, but I am not magically talented enough to do it alone. What say you, Weaver?"
From the shade, her eyes glowed like foxfire.
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