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 13, 2023 17:00:38 GMT -5
"Can't say that I have, why don't you tell it to me? Come, let us prepare food. You can tell it to me at the fire while our meal cooks, how about that?" He gave her a quick kiss and then eased away from her to get himself situated. He was soon outside and getting the fire started again after it had burned down to coals. He chucked some logs on and then stuffed tinder in there so it could reignite. It took no time at all.
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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 17, 2023 13:04:26 GMT -5
She happily returned his kiss. Dart took a seat next to the fire and began telling the story. "My wording may be a little off, but it starts with a young lass lost in the woods. She finds a cottage out in a clearing and decides to see if someone is home. The girl enters the house and finds 3 bowls of food. The food was prepared for a family of bears: mom, dad, and baby cub. The bears had gone out for a walk while the food cooled. The little girl is so hungry that she begins to eat the bowls of porridge. The hugest bowl belonging to the father bear was much too hot for her, the bowl belonging to the mother bear was too cold, and the last bowl belonging to the baby bear was just right. After a full belly, she felt tired and went to find a bed. There were three beds, one for each of the bears. The father's bed was much too hard for the girl, and the mother's much too soft. The little lady practically sunk into it, finally, she lay in the little bear's bed and it was just right. She soon drifted to sleep. The story doesn't end there as the bear family comes back and notices someone has been in their house. They find the little girl and chase her out of the house. The End." Dart tells a shortened version of the story about a family of bears and a strange girl sleeping in the littlest ones bed.
"That's the gist of the story. It's meant to be for kids so I guess it has some metaphorical meaning. I thought it was just a cute story, but I always think those bears were just minding their business. So my handsome love, what is on the menu? Whenever you start cooking I always find my appetite."
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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 18, 2023 12:35:42 GMT -5
He hadn't heard that one. It was an interesting story. Soon enough, he had the food cooking while he listened to the tale, smiling in amusement, "It sounds like one of those tales that have a moral of the story." He chuckled and then took a bite of a piece of vegetable that seemed okay to eat raw. It was delicious. He soon had dinner in full swing over the fire pit.
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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 19, 2023 15:54:26 GMT -5
"I can't wait to sink my teeth into dinner. You know Tass" Dart grinned at him, a grin that held a hint of mischief. This grin Tass would be quite familiar with. "I wonder if you've become rusty in your combat. You're good at hunting, but it's been a while since we've had to fight other men. What if our skills had dwindled? It'll be fun to practice and spare with each other don't you think? It's good to keep ourselves sharp."
Sparing to Dart is like a cat and mouse game. It reminded her of the old days when they were more enemies than lovers. Seeing Tass fight also ignited a fire in Dart that seem to lead to mature activities. Though the sparring does refresh some of their muscle memory. Dart doesn't do poorly in hand-to-hand combat, but definitely not as good as Tass. Dart, however, is good at dodging and predicting his moves. Dart sometimes lets Tass win their little fight. She wonders if Tass lets her win just for the heck of it.
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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 Sept 6, 2023 10:27:30 GMT -5
"I train every day, I can assure you. But you know I wouldn't mind sparring with you sometime." He winked at her and then turned the meat. His stomach growled, he was hungrier than he had been in a long while, but they had just been with each other all through the night. He was happy right where he was at, content with the woman who would be his wife as soon as he had a way to make it happen. He loved her more than she knew.
He lapsed into a thoughtful silence as he concentrated on not burning the meat. It would take some time, he was roasting it slowly so it would be tender. He then cast a look her way, letting his gaze roam over her beloved face.
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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 Sept 6, 2023 21:55:16 GMT -5
The beautiful face of his beloved has her eyes glued to the meat, like a hungry dog that's been trained to wait. Even though Dart has a petit figure, she could eat an entire banquet of food. Out of all the things she loves most in life, food ranks pretty high. Her eyes panned over to Tass. She blinked at him and then swiftly gave him a gentle karate chop to the head. "Gotcha," she winked at him.
"I can't wait to be all boring and domestic with you. Maybe we'll be so domestic that we end up getting fat" she laughed at the thought. "I want to have the cutest fat little babies in all of this land. I want to wake up each day and pinch their little cheeks." Dart is filled with glee whenever she thinks of her future spawn. However, doubt still lingered in the back of her mind. Will she be a good mother? Will her children end up like her and go down the same dark path? She'll try her best to make sure that doesn't happen. It would be simpler if the two of them were rabbits. A part of their lifestyle already resembles that of rabbits.
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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 Sept 11, 2023 9:32:26 GMT -5
He flashed her a white toothed smile, rare of course, and started to turn the food about to cook it evenly. He was quiet in his contemplation, however, considering quite a few things that involved their future endeavors. There was quite a lot to do if he wanted them to be settled in time. First thing was first, building an actual structure as opposed to just tying sticks and branches together. He was glad for the shelter provided by their humble abode, but he wanted more for the two of them.
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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 Sept 16, 2023 15:52:16 GMT -5
She returned the smile. They'll need to start chopping trees to make more progress on the house. Sadly, Dart won't be able to help much. She liked to consider herself strong but definitely not strong enough to be hauling logs and logs of wood. This gave Dart an idea. She could construct some type of sled to better transport the logs.
"You make me feel like the luckiest girl in the world. I must be the best fisherman in the world if I caught a catch like you. Let's take a walk tomorrow and then work towards actually getting settled. I wouldn't mind having a proper front door, it'll start to grow cold soon and I would hate for our current house to blow over."
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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 Dec 14, 2023 16:43:57 GMT -5
"I am the luckiest man, I know that." He smiled and moved to hug her briefly, not wanting to stray from their dinner for too long considering it was already starting to smell succulent and filled the air with a savory aroma. He then cut up some wild vegetables he had foraged, tossing one off into the basket he had at the ready so he could learn how to cultivate what was there and perhaps make for more food sources than simply meat. Mushrooms and vegetables were sauteed together in the cast iron pot they'd rescued from one of the shipwrecks back near the sea.
Eventually, they had some soup and some roast cooking away, and even some potato like things that were roasting in the coals.
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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 Apr 4, 2024 22:15:45 GMT -5
"You think you're lucky? I think I'm luckier. I'm not exactly the cream of the crop. How did I end up with a hunk like you when we were at each other's throats when we first met?" Dart happily smells the delicious aroma swirling around her.
"I'm grateful that one of us can cook. I'm not that great of a cook so don't expect your future wife to be in the kitchen." She serves herself a bowl of soup. Every time Tass cooks it always tastes like the best thing in the world. "I want to try and draw up a map of the area tomorrow on our walk. Maybe we can take an extra long one?" she asks with her mouth half full of potatoes.
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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 2, 2024 10:05:10 GMT -5
"I think that you don't realize ze just how wonderful you are, dear." He flashed her a smile. With her next statement, he gave a nod of agreement. "I will pack some supplies for us tonight, you can at your leisure but I want to at least make sure we have enough to eat. I'll be happy if we can find a good clearing to build a cabin on, but here is fine for now."
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