Tassarion Genroris
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 25
Appearance: The broad-chested warrior stands at a tall height of 6'1", windblown, chestnut hair hanging in his face and caught in his beard. His dark eyes peer from beneath somewhat unruly brows, he has strong scandinavianesque features that fit his warrior persona.
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Equipment: He wears furs and leathers: everything from the boots to his mantle, marking him as a fine hunter. His weapons include a large axe which he uses both as a melee weapon as well as a ranged weapon, as well as simple but finely made daggers. His armour includes an iron helm, gauntlets, and chest plates affixed with leather straps.
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Skills and Abilities: He is adept at hunting, sailing, fishing, axe-throwing/wielding, close combat.
He does have a good singing voice, though he only sings when he is on his own.
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Biography: He does not know where he comes from, as he was an orphan. It no longer mattered though, for when the next he knew, the world was torn assaunder and he was surrounded in the mist.
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 11:49:07 GMT -5
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Post by Tassarion Genroris on Mar 7, 2023 12:25:25 GMT -5
Somewhere deep in the forest is a rushing river.
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Tassarion Genroris
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 25
Appearance: The broad-chested warrior stands at a tall height of 6'1", windblown, chestnut hair hanging in his face and caught in his beard. His dark eyes peer from beneath somewhat unruly brows, he has strong scandinavianesque features that fit his warrior persona.
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Equipment: He wears furs and leathers: everything from the boots to his mantle, marking him as a fine hunter. His weapons include a large axe which he uses both as a melee weapon as well as a ranged weapon, as well as simple but finely made daggers. His armour includes an iron helm, gauntlets, and chest plates affixed with leather straps.
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Skills and Abilities: He is adept at hunting, sailing, fishing, axe-throwing/wielding, close combat.
He does have a good singing voice, though he only sings when he is on his own.
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Biography: He does not know where he comes from, as he was an orphan. It no longer mattered though, for when the next he knew, the world was torn assaunder and he was surrounded in the mist.
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 11:49:07 GMT -5
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Post by Tassarion Genroris on Mar 7, 2023 13:29:12 GMT -5
It'd been a time since they had arrived intact. Tass and his love had traversed some of the area, Tass having suggested they steer clear of strangers until such a time where they could trust them. Together, they finally came upon a promising spot and soon enough, Tass began to build an abode for the both of them in the wilds of this new land. He entrusted her with things like checking the snares for small game, and he never ceased to show her how to tell what was poisonous or not if she did not already have knowledge of such. It was all about which plants were eaten by the wildlife more frequently than not. He tried to include her in each aspect of doing things, from giving her a say as to the layout of their home, to whatever she was comfortable lifting and hauling. He never assumed anything about her. He was currently taking time off of the heavier duty things, sitting by the fire as he worked on making some more rope. There were times when they really didn't need to rush, for they had enough shelter and food for the time being that they could rest or do more passive things. The shelter they had now was a primitive one, but he'd done his best to use dead grass and pine needles as a floor covering along with the various furs collected and treated over the months they spent together. He even went so far as to collect the smaller feathers to put in with the needles.  |
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Dart (Camaro)
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Age: 25 or at least that's what it says on her documents.
Appearance: Dart is elusive as she is beautiful. Her emerald eyes shine with greed, looking to see whose pockets are most filled with jewels. Her slim appearance makes her quick to hide in and out of shadows, like a magic trick, she seems to disappear. Her pale skin reflects her love of the night.
Equipment: She hides behind black cloaks and armor, the likes of which are etched with faint white accents. She wears dark gloves that nearly reach her elbows, to better help her climb without injuring her hands. She wears sleek pants that tuck into a pair of steel-toed boots. Dart often carries a set of tools to help her pick locks and a trusty dagger. As for what else she may carry, we'll leave that a mystery for now.
Skills and Abilities: All her skills are the ones people never appreciate. She is able to get into anything, whether it's a locked house or an indestructible safe. She is very skilled at evasion and is often hidden unless she wants to be seen.
Biography: Growing up on the streets has toughened her up. She wants to believe there is good in people, but she's seen enough humanity to know that good only goes so far. People know her as Dart. Quick, resilient, and always gets the job done in one shot. Those who knew her real name all ended up in the grave. Now, what jobs you may ask? She does anything from burglary to even working as a hitman or woman for the right price.
Allegiances: Tassarion Genroris
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 15:45:23 GMT -5
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Post by Dart (Camaro) on Mar 9, 2023 13:57:40 GMT -5
Dart appreciates the effort he's put in to make this little neck of the woods their home. A perfect view and a perfect man. She is fortunate to have Tass as a companion. She is also fortunate for the privacy the woods provides. These recent days, Tass has looked especially appetizing. Maybe the prospects of them having a home together, or watching her man hard at work.
She watches Tass lounging by the fire. The sweat drips down his bare chest. "You've put in a hard day's work, my love." She coos, stroking his arm as she moves to sit beside him. Dart continues to work on her own project, a woven basket. Her hair, was no longer the short bob when they met, now reached the middle of her back. Dart had helped with hunting small prey and gathering. It was the least she could do while Tass did all the heavy heavy work. She enjoyed hunting. The animals were easy for her to catch up to. With the traps they've set up, some days it was even easier to obtain food. She was thankful that Tass had shown her what plants were safe to gather. None of the plants in this new place looked familiar to her.
The cozy natural tent was suitable for now. She didn't have many complaints. Sometimes a stray needle may jab her flesh, but that problem was minuscule. She was especially grateful for the flowing river nearby. She would get real sick of sharing that tent if they couldn't bathe.
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Tassarion Genroris
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 25
Appearance: The broad-chested warrior stands at a tall height of 6'1", windblown, chestnut hair hanging in his face and caught in his beard. His dark eyes peer from beneath somewhat unruly brows, he has strong scandinavianesque features that fit his warrior persona.
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Equipment: He wears furs and leathers: everything from the boots to his mantle, marking him as a fine hunter. His weapons include a large axe which he uses both as a melee weapon as well as a ranged weapon, as well as simple but finely made daggers. His armour includes an iron helm, gauntlets, and chest plates affixed with leather straps.
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Skills and Abilities: He is adept at hunting, sailing, fishing, axe-throwing/wielding, close combat.
He does have a good singing voice, though he only sings when he is on his own.
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Biography: He does not know where he comes from, as he was an orphan. It no longer mattered though, for when the next he knew, the world was torn assaunder and he was surrounded in the mist.
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 11:49:07 GMT -5
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Post by Tassarion Genroris on Mar 14, 2023 15:01:41 GMT -5
"The cabin is coming along nicely. I think I spied a few oxen like creatures that we might be able to utilize to help me pull more logs into the area for me to process. It will take some time, but we'll make a fine home." He grinned and wrapped an arm around his wife briefly. They had not officially married, of course, but he considered her his wife by that point. May as well.
He kissed the top of her head before turning back to the task at hand. "I think if I can get a forge going, I'll be able to get better things done in the future."
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Dart (Camaro)
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Age: 25 or at least that's what it says on her documents.
Appearance: Dart is elusive as she is beautiful. Her emerald eyes shine with greed, looking to see whose pockets are most filled with jewels. Her slim appearance makes her quick to hide in and out of shadows, like a magic trick, she seems to disappear. Her pale skin reflects her love of the night.
Equipment: She hides behind black cloaks and armor, the likes of which are etched with faint white accents. She wears dark gloves that nearly reach her elbows, to better help her climb without injuring her hands. She wears sleek pants that tuck into a pair of steel-toed boots. Dart often carries a set of tools to help her pick locks and a trusty dagger. As for what else she may carry, we'll leave that a mystery for now.
Skills and Abilities: All her skills are the ones people never appreciate. She is able to get into anything, whether it's a locked house or an indestructible safe. She is very skilled at evasion and is often hidden unless she wants to be seen.
Biography: Growing up on the streets has toughened her up. She wants to believe there is good in people, but she's seen enough humanity to know that good only goes so far. People know her as Dart. Quick, resilient, and always gets the job done in one shot. Those who knew her real name all ended up in the grave. Now, what jobs you may ask? She does anything from burglary to even working as a hitman or woman for the right price.
Allegiances: Tassarion Genroris
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 15:45:23 GMT -5
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Post by Dart (Camaro) on Mar 14, 2023 16:25:40 GMT -5
"We can try and see if we can tame the oxen. Maybe there could be cows nearby too. It would be nice to have some milk. I can work on tracking them." More cattle power will definitely help their new house come along. If there indeed are cows, maybe there may be calves too. She would love to see an adorable baby animal up close. From her years of living on the street, the only animals she saw daily were hungry rats. She got bit quite a few times by those furry demons.
"In due time, we'll have the perfect place to live. Do you think we'll encounter more strangers? I sometimes wonder if anyone we knew made it here before the big flood. I didn't have many friends in Isra, but I do hope they made it to safety. I even hope the enemies I have not killed made it. When the world is ending, grudges mean nothing." She looks at the basket. It's coming together well, 3/4ths of the way done. This will make gathering plants a lot easier.
"When we have our cabin in the woods, maybe we can think of having a family." Dart figured it wouldn't be so bad to settle down. Heaven knows she's done with the whole killing people for money. Dart feels as if she has been reformed. Maybe her heart has softened after living on edge for most of her life.
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Tassarion Genroris
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 25
Appearance: The broad-chested warrior stands at a tall height of 6'1", windblown, chestnut hair hanging in his face and caught in his beard. His dark eyes peer from beneath somewhat unruly brows, he has strong scandinavianesque features that fit his warrior persona.
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Equipment: He wears furs and leathers: everything from the boots to his mantle, marking him as a fine hunter. His weapons include a large axe which he uses both as a melee weapon as well as a ranged weapon, as well as simple but finely made daggers. His armour includes an iron helm, gauntlets, and chest plates affixed with leather straps.
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Skills and Abilities: He is adept at hunting, sailing, fishing, axe-throwing/wielding, close combat.
He does have a good singing voice, though he only sings when he is on his own.
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Biography: He does not know where he comes from, as he was an orphan. It no longer mattered though, for when the next he knew, the world was torn assaunder and he was surrounded in the mist.
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 11:49:07 GMT -5
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Post by Tassarion Genroris on Mar 20, 2023 19:20:00 GMT -5
"That would be perfect. We work as a good team. I haven't told you but I appreciate you for checking the traps and taking care of the gathering while I am working. I know this is much different than you are used to, but I promise that it's better than what we would have had if we were in Isra." He looked away for that at his task and bit into his bottom lip for a few moments as he concentrated on his task. He said, "This is a second chance for us to do better. I don't fancy having blood on my hands. What happened back then... well... That wasn't us, that was something dark that took over us because our error in judgment. We're no longer beholden to that drug. Perhaps it no longer touches us because we've died in one world and transitioned to another." He was a good man, but the tinge of regret laced his voice for the drug he chose to take. Dart had never forced it upon him, he'd wanted to see what it was like and it hadn't been worth the aftermath.
He looked at her again, a serious look on his face, "As far as children go... a family... I want to try and at least get the first room of the cabin ready so nobody is forced to give birth outside," that would elicit a grin upon his face. That was something that was rare for him these days; his smile. He was silently punishing himself without her knowing it, sometimes working harder than he'd ever worked before to use the second chance for the blessing it was. He knew that more people seemed to drift in from the Mist every now and then, some poor, wayward soul who was just as confused as he and Dart had been by the elements within the thick cloud. He'd not made it a point to talk about it, but he'd given his rations from the game they'd trapped just to feed the occasional person.
"I wouldn't mind if more people showed up here... Perhaps having people with different skills around would be a good thing. A healer, perhaps, who has knowledge of herbs and potions. I can do basic things like stitch a wound closed here and there, but I'm no healer. I am a warrior first and foremost, and now I am a homesteader."
Tass needed a haircut, himself. His was almost as long as hers and his beard was pretty bushy by the time they had picked their slice of land. Even a few silver hairs began to present themselves, perhaps a little prematurely, but they made for attractive highlights in an almost symmetrical way on each side of his face toward the ends of his moustache.
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Dart (Camaro)
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Age: 25 or at least that's what it says on her documents.
Appearance: Dart is elusive as she is beautiful. Her emerald eyes shine with greed, looking to see whose pockets are most filled with jewels. Her slim appearance makes her quick to hide in and out of shadows, like a magic trick, she seems to disappear. Her pale skin reflects her love of the night.
Equipment: She hides behind black cloaks and armor, the likes of which are etched with faint white accents. She wears dark gloves that nearly reach her elbows, to better help her climb without injuring her hands. She wears sleek pants that tuck into a pair of steel-toed boots. Dart often carries a set of tools to help her pick locks and a trusty dagger. As for what else she may carry, we'll leave that a mystery for now.
Skills and Abilities: All her skills are the ones people never appreciate. She is able to get into anything, whether it's a locked house or an indestructible safe. She is very skilled at evasion and is often hidden unless she wants to be seen.
Biography: Growing up on the streets has toughened her up. She wants to believe there is good in people, but she's seen enough humanity to know that good only goes so far. People know her as Dart. Quick, resilient, and always gets the job done in one shot. Those who knew her real name all ended up in the grave. Now, what jobs you may ask? She does anything from burglary to even working as a hitman or woman for the right price.
Allegiances: Tassarion Genroris
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 15:45:23 GMT -5
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Post by Dart (Camaro) on Mar 26, 2023 19:54:59 GMT -5
"I at least have a home here. In Isra, I would be lucky to find a home for the night. I feel comforted knowing that we have our own food and our own place even if it isn't much. I know in the future our little cottage in the woods will be built." She smiles warmly at her beloved. "I do agree, this is our second chance. I know we can't undo our wrongs but we can try to live as better people. We shouldn't take this new chance for granted. I want our future children to grow up in a good family. I don't know where I came from. I'm sure I had parents but I don't remember them. I want our children to grow up happy, warm, and with fed bellies. We've had a tough. No reason our kids should grow up the same." She puts the basket down, it's just about finished. All that needs to be done is to add a handle.
"If I have to give birth outside, I will give you quite the silent treatment. We should also see if we can find a midwife to deliver the child." She touches her stomach, thinking about how it would look if she was ripe with child. "This may be a little old-fashioned of me but I would like to be wed before we have a family. It feels right that way. Unfortunately, there isn't anyone you can ask for my blessing, although I can fashion a fake beard and pretend I'm my father." She chuckles at the thought. She never had many expectations for a wedding. "I wonder if those of fame has made it to these lands. Maybe when we address our invitations, we try addressing them to some fancy folk. They might send a gift basket. I bet Naoki would send us a gift basket. Surely she must have a soft spot for two people expressing their love? Though we best make some other friends first. It would be quite sad to have empty seats filled with gift baskets instead of friends. Maybe we do some scouting and see if anyone has set up town? Surely there has to be more people. As you said, finding those with different skills will be wise. I would like to find a tailor before winter rolls around. I did not pack much, I know the winter will be difficult on us if we are not equipped"
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Tassarion Genroris
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 25
Appearance: The broad-chested warrior stands at a tall height of 6'1", windblown, chestnut hair hanging in his face and caught in his beard. His dark eyes peer from beneath somewhat unruly brows, he has strong scandinavianesque features that fit his warrior persona.
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Equipment: He wears furs and leathers: everything from the boots to his mantle, marking him as a fine hunter. His weapons include a large axe which he uses both as a melee weapon as well as a ranged weapon, as well as simple but finely made daggers. His armour includes an iron helm, gauntlets, and chest plates affixed with leather straps.
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Skills and Abilities: He is adept at hunting, sailing, fishing, axe-throwing/wielding, close combat.
He does have a good singing voice, though he only sings when he is on his own.
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Biography: He does not know where he comes from, as he was an orphan. It no longer mattered though, for when the next he knew, the world was torn assaunder and he was surrounded in the mist.
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 11:49:07 GMT -5
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Post by Tassarion Genroris on May 27, 2023 17:54:55 GMT -5
He thought for a long time before speaking to her, letting her finish speaking as he always did. Even afterward, his face was the kind of thoughtful she might only see every now and then when a magical brain fart has happened. "I know exactly what we can do, my love, that will bring people here. What if we expanded our home and made an inn out of it? I bet we could find a way to make a brewery of sorts, find something to make drink from and then people who wander can spread the word. It'd be slow to start, but I would not want to keep walking so much. As much as I would like to scout, I have too much to do between hunting and building at times that sometimes I feel like I miss your embrace. We shall have a lovely life here regardless of who comes." He gave a smile to her and finished his own task. He tested the strength of the length of rope he'd finished. It was strong enough that it would do for what he was trying to get done. He then stood and put the rope where his makeshift workshop stood beneath a canopy made of bound together branches and leaves to create a barrier against some of the elements.
"Are you hungry?" he asked and set about moving the coals about and getting the fire nice and high again to prepare food with soon. Then he was off to grabbing the rabbit he had caught not long before that. He made quick work of getting the animal ready for cooking. Once he had spread salt he'd harvested from the sea using evaporation months ago, and other things that he found about the forest that was edible. He was soon cutting up wild vegetables for the pan he'd gotten from one of the boats strewn about the beach months prior. As the meat roasted, the wild vegetables would sit and he would turn to the task of preparing wild potato like root vegetables.
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Dart (Camaro)
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Age: 25 or at least that's what it says on her documents.
Appearance: Dart is elusive as she is beautiful. Her emerald eyes shine with greed, looking to see whose pockets are most filled with jewels. Her slim appearance makes her quick to hide in and out of shadows, like a magic trick, she seems to disappear. Her pale skin reflects her love of the night.
Equipment: She hides behind black cloaks and armor, the likes of which are etched with faint white accents. She wears dark gloves that nearly reach her elbows, to better help her climb without injuring her hands. She wears sleek pants that tuck into a pair of steel-toed boots. Dart often carries a set of tools to help her pick locks and a trusty dagger. As for what else she may carry, we'll leave that a mystery for now.
Skills and Abilities: All her skills are the ones people never appreciate. She is able to get into anything, whether it's a locked house or an indestructible safe. She is very skilled at evasion and is often hidden unless she wants to be seen.
Biography: Growing up on the streets has toughened her up. She wants to believe there is good in people, but she's seen enough humanity to know that good only goes so far. People know her as Dart. Quick, resilient, and always gets the job done in one shot. Those who knew her real name all ended up in the grave. Now, what jobs you may ask? She does anything from burglary to even working as a hitman or woman for the right price.
Allegiances: Tassarion Genroris
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 15:45:23 GMT -5
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Post by Dart (Camaro) on May 31, 2023 23:16:56 GMT -5
"A little bed and breakfast nook in the woods sounds like the perfect getaway. That sounds like a marvelous idea. We'll have to find some people to advertise it to. I too also miss your embrace. If we opened our home as an inn, we might be privy to other people 'embracing'" She wiggles her eyebrows at him. "When we're more settled I'll set out to see if anyone has set up civilization."
Is she hungry? The ravenous growl of her stomach was a dead giveaway to that question. The smell of a home cooked meal wafts through the air. The alluring aroma tickles her nose. She takes a deep sniff of the air. Her mouth salivating at the decadent meal. Any meal that isn't mysterious slop is a luxury to her. The time at sea has made her appreciate even the simplest of food with seasoning. The food at sea was someone she would subject anyone to. "I don't think I've had your cooking much. The food you've made already smells a hundred times better than the scraps we've had on board. I like when you cook up our prey for us."
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Tassarion Genroris
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 25
Appearance: The broad-chested warrior stands at a tall height of 6'1", windblown, chestnut hair hanging in his face and caught in his beard. His dark eyes peer from beneath somewhat unruly brows, he has strong scandinavianesque features that fit his warrior persona.
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Equipment: He wears furs and leathers: everything from the boots to his mantle, marking him as a fine hunter. His weapons include a large axe which he uses both as a melee weapon as well as a ranged weapon, as well as simple but finely made daggers. His armour includes an iron helm, gauntlets, and chest plates affixed with leather straps.
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Skills and Abilities: He is adept at hunting, sailing, fishing, axe-throwing/wielding, close combat.
He does have a good singing voice, though he only sings when he is on his own.
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Biography: He does not know where he comes from, as he was an orphan. It no longer mattered though, for when the next he knew, the world was torn assaunder and he was surrounded in the mist.
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 11:49:07 GMT -5
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Post by Tassarion Genroris on Jun 16, 2023 18:15:49 GMT -5
He smiled to his betrothed. One day, she would be his wife proper. He snaked a free arm out if she was close enough to do so. He'd then pull her to him and mutter, "First we eat dinner... And then I... dessert." His words did not need to be interpreted. His mouth came down over hers briefly, kissing the dickens out of her. Then, dinner, and then... well...
It would be the next morning that he awoke, her lithe form was curled against him as they slept together. He watched her for a moment, worshipped her with his eyes for a moment, then leaned down to give a tender kiss. Supper the night before had been delicious. The rabbit was perfect, as were the rest of the foods. He was food at cooking.
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Dart (Camaro)
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Age: 25 or at least that's what it says on her documents.
Appearance: Dart is elusive as she is beautiful. Her emerald eyes shine with greed, looking to see whose pockets are most filled with jewels. Her slim appearance makes her quick to hide in and out of shadows, like a magic trick, she seems to disappear. Her pale skin reflects her love of the night.
Equipment: She hides behind black cloaks and armor, the likes of which are etched with faint white accents. She wears dark gloves that nearly reach her elbows, to better help her climb without injuring her hands. She wears sleek pants that tuck into a pair of steel-toed boots. Dart often carries a set of tools to help her pick locks and a trusty dagger. As for what else she may carry, we'll leave that a mystery for now.
Skills and Abilities: All her skills are the ones people never appreciate. She is able to get into anything, whether it's a locked house or an indestructible safe. She is very skilled at evasion and is often hidden unless she wants to be seen.
Biography: Growing up on the streets has toughened her up. She wants to believe there is good in people, but she's seen enough humanity to know that good only goes so far. People know her as Dart. Quick, resilient, and always gets the job done in one shot. Those who knew her real name all ended up in the grave. Now, what jobs you may ask? She does anything from burglary to even working as a hitman or woman for the right price.
Allegiances: Tassarion Genroris
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 15:45:23 GMT -5
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Post by Dart (Camaro) on Jul 13, 2023 19:17:37 GMT -5
The heated night was a night worth remembering. The sunlight woke Dart up the next morning. Her legs felt as if she had been on horseback for the past 6 hours. She turned to look at her love. "You haven't lost your magic" she murmured curling herself into the gap underneath his arm. Dart always forgot how short she was compared to Tass. In moments like these was when she was reminded.
"We deserved a break" She smiled at him and draped an arm across his chest. "Could anything be as perfect as this moment? I wish we could stay like this forever. If you pull more moves like that, I'll forget how to walk." Dart joked. She never complimented him much, but she always thought him handsome. She couldn't help but stare at his features. He was rugged but charming. He reminded her of a hardened caramel candy, hard on the outside but soft on the inside. His hair shines like pure gold when the sun hits it just right. When Tass smiles, it makes her heart melt and butterflies flutter in her stomach. When Dart first felt these feelings she thought she was ill. Was she dying? She just had a bad case of head over heels. Dart would never admit it but she fell the moment they met. The only question is, who fell harder?
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Tassarion Genroris
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 25
Appearance: The broad-chested warrior stands at a tall height of 6'1", windblown, chestnut hair hanging in his face and caught in his beard. His dark eyes peer from beneath somewhat unruly brows, he has strong scandinavianesque features that fit his warrior persona.
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Equipment: He wears furs and leathers: everything from the boots to his mantle, marking him as a fine hunter. His weapons include a large axe which he uses both as a melee weapon as well as a ranged weapon, as well as simple but finely made daggers. His armour includes an iron helm, gauntlets, and chest plates affixed with leather straps.
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Skills and Abilities: He is adept at hunting, sailing, fishing, axe-throwing/wielding, close combat.
He does have a good singing voice, though he only sings when he is on his own.
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Biography: He does not know where he comes from, as he was an orphan. It no longer mattered though, for when the next he knew, the world was torn assaunder and he was surrounded in the mist.
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 11:49:07 GMT -5
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Post by Tassarion Genroris on Jul 14, 2023 23:19:04 GMT -5
Indeed, it was rare that she complimented him, and he always looked surprised in a pleasant way. He never really expected her to do so since he was used to a life of working without much from others. Of course, he had also been a lone wolf in many scenarios, at least until Dart became involved. She taught him many lessons without her knowing it, how to be brave, how to live in the moment even if it meant getting into trouble. Now they had their second chance after doing terrible deeds after they had shared in the heat of needless slaughter. They ought not have done what they did, yet they both felt remorse in their own ways. He kept his at bay by working hard to take care of her, and now he wanted to do right in this world by being good to others. He would not have learned how to get through the things they did in the aftermath of something so profound and impactful to his life.
She had changed him in some ways. Made him a better person by pure accident, he thought as he smiled into her eyes quietly. He rumbled, then, "And you're beautiful," leaning down to give her a soft kiss. He did something new, his fingers started to graze over her back in a tender way, not needing to say the words of love out loud simply because the caressing was borne of love.
He eased from the kiss and simply lay back to gaze.
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Dart (Camaro)
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Age: 25 or at least that's what it says on her documents.
Appearance: Dart is elusive as she is beautiful. Her emerald eyes shine with greed, looking to see whose pockets are most filled with jewels. Her slim appearance makes her quick to hide in and out of shadows, like a magic trick, she seems to disappear. Her pale skin reflects her love of the night.
Equipment: She hides behind black cloaks and armor, the likes of which are etched with faint white accents. She wears dark gloves that nearly reach her elbows, to better help her climb without injuring her hands. She wears sleek pants that tuck into a pair of steel-toed boots. Dart often carries a set of tools to help her pick locks and a trusty dagger. As for what else she may carry, we'll leave that a mystery for now.
Skills and Abilities: All her skills are the ones people never appreciate. She is able to get into anything, whether it's a locked house or an indestructible safe. She is very skilled at evasion and is often hidden unless she wants to be seen.
Biography: Growing up on the streets has toughened her up. She wants to believe there is good in people, but she's seen enough humanity to know that good only goes so far. People know her as Dart. Quick, resilient, and always gets the job done in one shot. Those who knew her real name all ended up in the grave. Now, what jobs you may ask? She does anything from burglary to even working as a hitman or woman for the right price.
Allegiances: Tassarion Genroris
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 15:45:23 GMT -5
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Post by Dart (Camaro) on Jul 29, 2023 19:23:20 GMT -5
Spending time with Tass has also softened her heart. It made her learn to trust. She had held others at arm's length, never letting anyone grow close. No need for friends when they'll just leave anyways. Tass has taught Dart how to trust, and how to no longer worry about people leaving without a goodbye. She's felt more at peace these days. It feels that day after day her sins are lighter. The man in front of her makes her problems feel weightless, it's easier when someone else is there to shoulder them with you.
She looked at him surprised as his lips tendering touched hers. "o-oh" Dart was sure she was blushing as bright as a tomato. "What was that for?" her fingers touched her lips, lingering there remembering the warmth of his. She smiled at him. "Let us set out tomorrow and explore more of these lands. I've been wanting to see what else these places have in store for us." Their little humble home is cozy, but a part of her misses the hustle and bustle of city life. She surely did miss the presence of other people.
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Tassarion Genroris
Established
Roleplay posts: 39
Age: 25
Appearance: The broad-chested warrior stands at a tall height of 6'1", windblown, chestnut hair hanging in his face and caught in his beard. His dark eyes peer from beneath somewhat unruly brows, he has strong scandinavianesque features that fit his warrior persona.
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Equipment: He wears furs and leathers: everything from the boots to his mantle, marking him as a fine hunter. His weapons include a large axe which he uses both as a melee weapon as well as a ranged weapon, as well as simple but finely made daggers. His armour includes an iron helm, gauntlets, and chest plates affixed with leather straps.
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Skills and Abilities: He is adept at hunting, sailing, fishing, axe-throwing/wielding, close combat.
He does have a good singing voice, though he only sings when he is on his own.
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Biography: He does not know where he comes from, as he was an orphan. It no longer mattered though, for when the next he knew, the world was torn assaunder and he was surrounded in the mist.
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 11:49:07 GMT -5
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Post by Tassarion Genroris on Aug 11, 2023 16:17:21 GMT -5
He smiled, "Just because." And then he frowned when she insisted they take the trip. His mouth quirked as he gave it thought, he looked over to his work and then back at her. "Well, the thing is we need to be able to secure our place first." He paused, "But would you accept us going after we've figured out how to do that and keep out the folks who we haven't invited to the things we've worked for." Then he flashed an easy smile, seeming to relax. "I just want to make sure that we have things in order. But I know what you can do if you are antsy to move around. I say we can go a bit further out together tomorrow but not too far from here, it might afford us more opportunities for finding things." He then kissed her forehead. "We don't have to do anything but scout about maybe further to the west, what say you? Maybe two hours of walking to wherever it is the path takes us? That way we can get back home to tend to the animals and such."
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Dart (Camaro)
Established
Roleplay posts: 38
Age: 25 or at least that's what it says on her documents.
Appearance: Dart is elusive as she is beautiful. Her emerald eyes shine with greed, looking to see whose pockets are most filled with jewels. Her slim appearance makes her quick to hide in and out of shadows, like a magic trick, she seems to disappear. Her pale skin reflects her love of the night.
Equipment: She hides behind black cloaks and armor, the likes of which are etched with faint white accents. She wears dark gloves that nearly reach her elbows, to better help her climb without injuring her hands. She wears sleek pants that tuck into a pair of steel-toed boots. Dart often carries a set of tools to help her pick locks and a trusty dagger. As for what else she may carry, we'll leave that a mystery for now.
Skills and Abilities: All her skills are the ones people never appreciate. She is able to get into anything, whether it's a locked house or an indestructible safe. She is very skilled at evasion and is often hidden unless she wants to be seen.
Biography: Growing up on the streets has toughened her up. She wants to believe there is good in people, but she's seen enough humanity to know that good only goes so far. People know her as Dart. Quick, resilient, and always gets the job done in one shot. Those who knew her real name all ended up in the grave. Now, what jobs you may ask? She does anything from burglary to even working as a hitman or woman for the right price.
Allegiances: Tassarion Genroris
Registered: Mar 24, 2021 15:45:23 GMT -5
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Post by Dart (Camaro) on Aug 12, 2023 22:10:06 GMT -5
"you're right. I'm jumping the gun. I've been feeling stir-crazy without other people. My brain knows there's other people but a part of my brain also wonders what if we're the only two left. Will we be able to make enough kids to repopulate the place? If we're the only two left then we need to step it up." The idea of having a child with Tass made her feel gooey in a good way. A family felt so normal to her, Dart's entire life has been far from normal. People talk about these grandiose fantasies of their future full of thrills and adventure, Dart's future fantasy is having a normal life with an adorable kid and a smoking hot husband. Her dreams are almost true.
"Let's get this place secured. It would be bad to come back and see that someone has moved in. Walking a little further is a compromise I will accept. I hope a family of bears doesn't move in while we're gone. This cottage is pretty good. If I were a bear I would move in and make whoever lived there homeless. That reminds me of an old children's tale. A tale about a family of bears and an awfully rude girl who eats their food and sleeps in their bed while the bears are away. Have you heard of that one?"
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