Lady Naoki
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 345
Appearance: Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed.
Allegiances: New Isra
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 22:31:18 GMT -5
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Post by Lady Naoki on Aug 13, 2023 0:19:53 GMT -5
Lady Naoki, busy with her food as she is, still notices the commotion going on outside. Swiveling her ears, she tunes into the exchange, but listens only halfheartedly. Her attention is still fixed on the meal before her, which she continues to devour with great gusto.
Idalia heads over to greet them with her characteristic bubbly candor, and Naoki hums to herself, amused.
“Careful about dealing with entities with questionable intentions,” she offers, calling to Idalia from her seat. In her experience, everything that’s locked up without the ability to free itself is locked up for good reason. Idalia, as the chef behind this marvelous dish, is of some import, and Naoki would certainly intervene in her defense — if it should come to that. But she would much sooner simply finish her meal. And listen.
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Maggie Sawfish
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Appearance: Blueish-grey skin with pallid pink scar tissue and gums, solid red eyes that become paler the longer she goes without blood, messy stringy white hair. Prominent fangs, wears a dark blue jacket and become hat.
Equipment: Two bottles for general use and one bottle exclusively for alcohol, three vials of fermented blood, a corpse fisher net, a broken ship wheel handle. A metal breast plate.
Skills and Abilities: Comparable strength and agility to a trained soldier, very good swimmer, no need to breathe or eat though she does enjoy eating, only needs to consume blood or ichor to sustain herself.
Practitioner of esoteric vampire magic known as the twisting which can be used to wring a living thing out like a dishrag to harvest an ethereal fluid called ichor produced by the living when they are violent, self indulgent, guilty or cruel.
Practitioner of necromancy, capable of raising multiple corpses as thralls provided they are waterlogged with saltwater. More power can be channeled to mutate a suitable corpse into a more monstrous form even if severely damaged. This however is draining and saltwater must be absorbed into the body or ingested in order to maintain the binding or recharge.
Skilled with using polearms with an emphasis on sweeping and cutting (halberds, partizans, etc)
Knows how to fermented blood and brew grog.
Biography: Press ganged into an Undead pirate lord's crew as a deckhand and bloodbag, the admiral took a liking to her and eventually turned her while forcing himself on her. As payment for this Maggie later staked him with one of the ship wheel's handles. After some time of sweet freedom and adapting to a new life (and finding that blood and ichor taste horrible.) The floods eventually came and dragged Maggie away.
Registered: Mar 2, 2022 19:08:30 GMT -5
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Post by Maggie Sawfish on Aug 13, 2023 3:27:38 GMT -5
Mags was perplexed by the attitude of the silky, soft and most kind individual before her, Maggie was quite openly not just a pirate, vile scum that haunted the waves, but also a vampire, vile scum that haunted the night!
Still she was reaching new depths of fatigue and had been invited in.
"Thank you, you're most, kind" She hoarsely croaked as she shuffled into the building and practically fell into a chair, placing the bottle on the table.
She had slouched back in the seat, and swiped her hat off, in some feeble attempt to look slightly more presentable. (Fortunately her initial trip to the Isles had left her so waterlogged any lice on her would've either drowned or been washed away.) As Idalia provided menus, Maggie would continue to attempt to look more presentable, forcing herself to sit up slightly straighter.
Then she saw the other patron. She was dressed finely, her posture suggested elegance and authority. While the buccaneer was unable to make out the fine details of her face she could tell from the shapes alone she was beautiful.
Guilt crossed her mind, and visibly her face, for potentially spoiling this woman's meal with her presence. She considered if she should put her at back on to cover her own wizened face.
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Idalia
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: Adult aged. Idalia is adult aged.
Appearance: When Idalia looks in the mirror she thinks she is pretty. She describes herself as white. Her hair is white, her wings are white, and her skin is white. Her eyes are a gentle pink color, almost the same pink her cheeks get when she's flustered. She uses her clothes to add a splash of color to her pale complexion. In the kitchen, she wears a white apron and a sweater underneath if it is chilly. She often wears colorful flexible pants to easily glide her way through the kitchen. Sometimes she can be seen sporting a long colorful skirty. OH YEA the most important part! Idalia is 10 slugs tall.
Equipment: Idalia usually carries her items in an over-the-shoulder cotton bag. Her items include jars of spices, sharpened knives wrapped in leather, a sharpening stone, and her favorite stuffed charm in the shape of a fluffy ram.
Skills and Abilities: Idalia isn't much of a fighter, but her knowledge of breaking down and hunting makes her capable of being one. She doesn't enjoy confrontation or combat but if someone were to threaten her livelihood then she would have no choice but to cut them down to size. She is a skilled chef with techniques from a wide variety of regions. Her cooking can cure the toughest of colds. There's something about the food she makes that always make people come back for more. It must be all the love she puts into her dishes. She is not just a wiz with savory food, she's also a mastermind when it comes to baking and dessert. How else can you have a satisfying meal if you don't have dessert?
Biography: Idalia grew up in a sheltered family who lived amongst other Arna. Arnas are what her kind is called. Her family had high hopes for her, the name she was given means "behold the sun." Maybe she was supposed to be a beacon to others. She never truly understood her name, but it sounds pretty. She went to school but didn't seem to particularly excel in it. Idalia learned the teachings of the light and how the light guides those behind it. Their noble ancestors have helped those seeking passage to brighter lands. Even now people are chosen to walk the path previous generations have lighting the way to hope. She was chosen as one of the ones that would shed light and teach others of this life. May they also believe in the light. It was during one of these trips to a new town that she discovered her love of cuisine. A street vendor selling the most aromatic food she's ever smelled. She couldn't help but take a nibble. It was just a vegetable on a stick, how good could it be? Her eyes widened. The intense flavor of this squash hit her tastebuds. She could taste the smokey flavors combined with just the right amount of heat. A squeeze of lime topped it all off. A flavor explosion, unlike anything she's ever eaten. From that moment forward, she was inspired to learn the ways of cooking so that she too can elicit that same experience from others. Joy can be found when people's stomachs are full.
Registered: Mar 2, 2023 21:16:32 GMT -5
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Post by Idalia on Aug 17, 2023 13:31:03 GMT -5
"Okay! Do not deal with mystery entities. Thie weird liquid is probably a questionable entity" Idalia wonders how much knowledge this. "Sorry liquid in a bottle customer, I do not think I should let you out." Knowledge is neat, but Idalia would rather ponder the thought of if she decorates a glass enclosure and released the liquid in there, would it stay put? Maybe if she decorated the place nicely, then this liquid would love to live there. That's an experiment for another time. Right now, she has another hungry mouth to feed.
"Are you ready to order?" Idalia has never met or seen a vampire before. They don't exist where she comes from. The closest she's come to anything like that were bats that drink blood. Idalia wonders if some of her Arna friends were vampires as they liked to eat congealed pigs' blood. Is that different? What even makes a vampire? Is a vampire pirate something that even goes together? There isn't even a word for vampire in Idalia's native language, blood fiend would be a more appropriate word to her.
"We have a wide selection of food and I can even make you whatever you want if we have the ingredients." Idalia sounds as if she has been practicing this line over and over in a mirror. Large words have been difficult for a non-native speaker to learn. She has spoken this language for a few years to better serve customers, but the long words don't get easier. A language barrier never mattered to Idalia, her food did all the talking, and boy does it know some big words.
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Maggie Sawfish
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Appearance: Blueish-grey skin with pallid pink scar tissue and gums, solid red eyes that become paler the longer she goes without blood, messy stringy white hair. Prominent fangs, wears a dark blue jacket and become hat.
Equipment: Two bottles for general use and one bottle exclusively for alcohol, three vials of fermented blood, a corpse fisher net, a broken ship wheel handle. A metal breast plate.
Skills and Abilities: Comparable strength and agility to a trained soldier, very good swimmer, no need to breathe or eat though she does enjoy eating, only needs to consume blood or ichor to sustain herself.
Practitioner of esoteric vampire magic known as the twisting which can be used to wring a living thing out like a dishrag to harvest an ethereal fluid called ichor produced by the living when they are violent, self indulgent, guilty or cruel.
Practitioner of necromancy, capable of raising multiple corpses as thralls provided they are waterlogged with saltwater. More power can be channeled to mutate a suitable corpse into a more monstrous form even if severely damaged. This however is draining and saltwater must be absorbed into the body or ingested in order to maintain the binding or recharge.
Skilled with using polearms with an emphasis on sweeping and cutting (halberds, partizans, etc)
Knows how to fermented blood and brew grog.
Biography: Press ganged into an Undead pirate lord's crew as a deckhand and bloodbag, the admiral took a liking to her and eventually turned her while forcing himself on her. As payment for this Maggie later staked him with one of the ship wheel's handles. After some time of sweet freedom and adapting to a new life (and finding that blood and ichor taste horrible.) The floods eventually came and dragged Maggie away.
Registered: Mar 2, 2022 19:08:30 GMT -5
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Post by Maggie Sawfish on Aug 17, 2023 15:14:59 GMT -5
Maggie was floored by the civility shown to her and while she tried to play it cool (a task already made difficult by her gnawing hunger) she was clearly quite surprised.
She hesitated a moment before answering, she'd come all this way in search of food and yet hadn't for a moment considered what she actually wanted to eat.
"Uhm...I'll...uh I need a meal with blood in it, it can't be from a cat or a snake if that's okay, other than that..." She paused to glance at the menu again, still in disbelief that they had paper menus.
"I'll let ya surprise me, oh and uh I can't eat garlic. As for drinks...uhh if you have any beer that'd be grand...uh thank you."
Maggie was still processing the situation as she gave a small smile towards Idalia, somewhat embarrassed by her own poor social skills.
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Void
New
You want it ? I'll get it, if you can pay my price
Roleplay posts: 7
Age: Unknown
Appearance: He looks like a well dressed man except he and his clothes appeared to be made of shadows and black ink like substance, his eyes and mouth glow white
Equipment: His equipment may vary as he can create it from the ink like substance that makes his skin and clothes
Skills and Abilities: He can create weapons and tools, his dark figure makes it perfect for stealth but he have to close his eyes, he can be a very convincing person if he so desires.
Biography: Unable to have kids, Void's parents struck a deal with an old man that always met them in dark alley, promising them a child, the result of this deal was a black, shadowy, Inky like baby, the parents, as they agreed, would have the first twelve years of the child's life and the old man the rest. After the time was up, Void left of his own will and was trained in how to use his abilities by a voice that was always with him, once the training was concluded he decided that the voice wasn't useful anymore and stopped listening.
Registered: Aug 5, 2021 21:40:59 GMT -5
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Post by Void on Aug 17, 2023 16:26:23 GMT -5
"just call me Void." He sounded annoyed but couldn't be angry at people actually using common sense for once around him, the old man was over religious and performed all sorts of useless rituals on him.
He had no idea what type of people they were and he was surprised by the request of animal blood "she's one those vampires" he thought to himself. Maybe with time he could trust these people or maybe they would become enemies, he would carefully watch them for now.
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Idalia
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: Adult aged. Idalia is adult aged.
Appearance: When Idalia looks in the mirror she thinks she is pretty. She describes herself as white. Her hair is white, her wings are white, and her skin is white. Her eyes are a gentle pink color, almost the same pink her cheeks get when she's flustered. She uses her clothes to add a splash of color to her pale complexion. In the kitchen, she wears a white apron and a sweater underneath if it is chilly. She often wears colorful flexible pants to easily glide her way through the kitchen. Sometimes she can be seen sporting a long colorful skirty. OH YEA the most important part! Idalia is 10 slugs tall.
Equipment: Idalia usually carries her items in an over-the-shoulder cotton bag. Her items include jars of spices, sharpened knives wrapped in leather, a sharpening stone, and her favorite stuffed charm in the shape of a fluffy ram.
Skills and Abilities: Idalia isn't much of a fighter, but her knowledge of breaking down and hunting makes her capable of being one. She doesn't enjoy confrontation or combat but if someone were to threaten her livelihood then she would have no choice but to cut them down to size. She is a skilled chef with techniques from a wide variety of regions. Her cooking can cure the toughest of colds. There's something about the food she makes that always make people come back for more. It must be all the love she puts into her dishes. She is not just a wiz with savory food, she's also a mastermind when it comes to baking and dessert. How else can you have a satisfying meal if you don't have dessert?
Biography: Idalia grew up in a sheltered family who lived amongst other Arna. Arnas are what her kind is called. Her family had high hopes for her, the name she was given means "behold the sun." Maybe she was supposed to be a beacon to others. She never truly understood her name, but it sounds pretty. She went to school but didn't seem to particularly excel in it. Idalia learned the teachings of the light and how the light guides those behind it. Their noble ancestors have helped those seeking passage to brighter lands. Even now people are chosen to walk the path previous generations have lighting the way to hope. She was chosen as one of the ones that would shed light and teach others of this life. May they also believe in the light. It was during one of these trips to a new town that she discovered her love of cuisine. A street vendor selling the most aromatic food she's ever smelled. She couldn't help but take a nibble. It was just a vegetable on a stick, how good could it be? Her eyes widened. The intense flavor of this squash hit her tastebuds. She could taste the smokey flavors combined with just the right amount of heat. A squeeze of lime topped it all off. A flavor explosion, unlike anything she's ever eaten. From that moment forward, she was inspired to learn the ways of cooking so that she too can elicit that same experience from others. Joy can be found when people's stomachs are full.
Registered: Mar 2, 2023 21:16:32 GMT -5
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Post by Idalia on Aug 17, 2023 19:07:34 GMT -5
Blood, no garlic, and beer. That doesn't sound too difficult. Idalia used to make blood sausage soup for her family. Luckily she had the ingredients to make them. The blood sausages she uses are goat's blood. A common animal found in her homeland. She was lucky to have taken some on the journey over. These guys can last quite a while. The only thing Idalia is missing would be beer. Hopefully, in due time, she can find a vendor to make a deal with.
The aroma of the restaurant fills with the metallic smell of the sausage. The soup is a light soup with hints of chicken and strong herbs offset the heavy sausage. The soup is served in a large bowl and brought out to Maggie. The broth is clear allowing the customer's eyes to fixate on the crimson blood sausages. The savory soup gives off an inviting smell, the sharp scent of blood is diffused by the aromatics of the soup, and the scent hugs the restaurant like a comforting meal after a long day's work.
"Here you go!" The moth also brought out a wooden spoon and a cup of water. "Idalia's yummy foods just opened and don't know if anyone else here sells beer. Idalia doesn't know how to make beer, but she uh I will find someone soon, I hope."
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Lady Naoki
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 345
Appearance: Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed.
Allegiances: New Isra
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 22:31:18 GMT -5
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Post by Lady Naoki on Aug 17, 2023 23:11:22 GMT -5
At the mention of needing blood in a meal, of all things, Lady Naoki’s ears perk again, prompting her to divert a portion of her attention to the other corporeal patron.
It’s not especially subtle. The skin, the eyes, the request for blood. Naoki has been around long enough to recognize such things — even were she not as intimately acquainted as she is. And they’re hungry.
For a moment, Naoki considers offering them one of the vials she keeps in her bag. But before she can even make eye contact with them, Idalia is back — having cooked those blood sausages astonishingly quickly. Naoki makes a note to speak with them before they leave. It would be best if they didn’t need to ask for blood sausages or harass the poor local cats.
She tosses another glance toward the box, which seems to still be sitting by the door? That one is a bit more difficult to read, but not yet compelling enough to pull Naoki from her meal.
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Maggie Sawfish
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Appearance: Blueish-grey skin with pallid pink scar tissue and gums, solid red eyes that become paler the longer she goes without blood, messy stringy white hair. Prominent fangs, wears a dark blue jacket and become hat.
Equipment: Two bottles for general use and one bottle exclusively for alcohol, three vials of fermented blood, a corpse fisher net, a broken ship wheel handle. A metal breast plate.
Skills and Abilities: Comparable strength and agility to a trained soldier, very good swimmer, no need to breathe or eat though she does enjoy eating, only needs to consume blood or ichor to sustain herself.
Practitioner of esoteric vampire magic known as the twisting which can be used to wring a living thing out like a dishrag to harvest an ethereal fluid called ichor produced by the living when they are violent, self indulgent, guilty or cruel.
Practitioner of necromancy, capable of raising multiple corpses as thralls provided they are waterlogged with saltwater. More power can be channeled to mutate a suitable corpse into a more monstrous form even if severely damaged. This however is draining and saltwater must be absorbed into the body or ingested in order to maintain the binding or recharge.
Skilled with using polearms with an emphasis on sweeping and cutting (halberds, partizans, etc)
Knows how to fermented blood and brew grog.
Biography: Press ganged into an Undead pirate lord's crew as a deckhand and bloodbag, the admiral took a liking to her and eventually turned her while forcing himself on her. As payment for this Maggie later staked him with one of the ship wheel's handles. After some time of sweet freedom and adapting to a new life (and finding that blood and ichor taste horrible.) The floods eventually came and dragged Maggie away.
Registered: Mar 2, 2022 19:08:30 GMT -5
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Post by Maggie Sawfish on Aug 18, 2023 1:26:21 GMT -5
"Wow..." the undead sailor looked at the meal served before them, it was more than simply food, it was a work of culinary artistry, a diverse range of aromas danced through the air.
"D-don't worry about the beer, this...this is more than enough." She attempted to reassure the chef.
Maggie took up the spoon, cut off a bit of softened sausage with it, and ate. Her first bite was slow, careful, the same overpolite mannerisms you might see in a church.
That all shattered after she let the soup hit her tounge. The first thing she felt of course, was the blood. She didn't taste it much, thanks to the aromatics, but she absolutely felt it, strength and life returning. She went down on her meal like a shark on chum, she wasn't elegant in the way she ate, and was rather noisy too, but manners be damned, she was hungry, and this was quite possibly the best meal she'd had, even considering her human life.
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Idalia
Established
Roleplay posts: 24
Age: Adult aged. Idalia is adult aged.
Appearance: When Idalia looks in the mirror she thinks she is pretty. She describes herself as white. Her hair is white, her wings are white, and her skin is white. Her eyes are a gentle pink color, almost the same pink her cheeks get when she's flustered. She uses her clothes to add a splash of color to her pale complexion. In the kitchen, she wears a white apron and a sweater underneath if it is chilly. She often wears colorful flexible pants to easily glide her way through the kitchen. Sometimes she can be seen sporting a long colorful skirty. OH YEA the most important part! Idalia is 10 slugs tall.
Equipment: Idalia usually carries her items in an over-the-shoulder cotton bag. Her items include jars of spices, sharpened knives wrapped in leather, a sharpening stone, and her favorite stuffed charm in the shape of a fluffy ram.
Skills and Abilities: Idalia isn't much of a fighter, but her knowledge of breaking down and hunting makes her capable of being one. She doesn't enjoy confrontation or combat but if someone were to threaten her livelihood then she would have no choice but to cut them down to size. She is a skilled chef with techniques from a wide variety of regions. Her cooking can cure the toughest of colds. There's something about the food she makes that always make people come back for more. It must be all the love she puts into her dishes. She is not just a wiz with savory food, she's also a mastermind when it comes to baking and dessert. How else can you have a satisfying meal if you don't have dessert?
Biography: Idalia grew up in a sheltered family who lived amongst other Arna. Arnas are what her kind is called. Her family had high hopes for her, the name she was given means "behold the sun." Maybe she was supposed to be a beacon to others. She never truly understood her name, but it sounds pretty. She went to school but didn't seem to particularly excel in it. Idalia learned the teachings of the light and how the light guides those behind it. Their noble ancestors have helped those seeking passage to brighter lands. Even now people are chosen to walk the path previous generations have lighting the way to hope. She was chosen as one of the ones that would shed light and teach others of this life. May they also believe in the light. It was during one of these trips to a new town that she discovered her love of cuisine. A street vendor selling the most aromatic food she's ever smelled. She couldn't help but take a nibble. It was just a vegetable on a stick, how good could it be? Her eyes widened. The intense flavor of this squash hit her tastebuds. She could taste the smokey flavors combined with just the right amount of heat. A squeeze of lime topped it all off. A flavor explosion, unlike anything she's ever eaten. From that moment forward, she was inspired to learn the ways of cooking so that she too can elicit that same experience from others. Joy can be found when people's stomachs are full.
Registered: Mar 2, 2023 21:16:32 GMT -5
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Post by Idalia on Aug 19, 2023 15:37:29 GMT -5
Idalia at some point has brought the mysterious box containing the even more mysterious stranger. Void is a weird name. Void = nothing? Is this liquid named nothing? She finds it funny to look at the eye swirling around in the goopy liquid. She had taken the bottle out of the box and set it on a nearby table. The two patrons seem to be happy with their meal. Idalia suspects that maybe this one doesn't get fed. This makes her feel sad as she thinks all things should eat.
After checking on the other patrons and attending to whatever requests they may have, she returns to look at the bottle. Idalia is intrigued like a small child. The urge to pick the bottle up and give it a good shake is strong. That probably won't be the best. Cil would be sad if his friend got hurt. OH! That reminds her! BEER!!!
Idalia has never been one for drinking. Fermented alcohol existed in her homeland, but she didn't really care much. She likes to drink with friends but the drinking makes her feel fuzzy. It also makes her want to experiment with new dishes. These dishes usually turned out horrifically wrong. In comparison to her sober cooking, these dishes are monstrosities. She once made a soup so green that it resembled an orc's skin. It had tentacles that swarmed in the soup, and bubbles on the soup's surface would occasionally pop letting out a deathly poisonous aroma. Those that were there to witness it could hear the soup telling them to run. One bite of this soup and they knew their life would flash before their eyes.
Okay back to beer business. Idalia having now a little restaurant and some talking with the cat lady thinks that they're friends. Whether or not that's actually the case stands to be seen. She takes a seat across the table from the cat boss.
"Lady Naoki! Do you know anyone who sells beer and other fermented juices? It would be smart to see if I can sell their stuff here. I could make my food for them to sell and they can sell their juice here. That is all I can trade with them, I don't think they would like a warm bug hug as a trade. That would not be good trade."
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Lady Naoki
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 345
Appearance: Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed.
Allegiances: New Isra
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 22:31:18 GMT -5
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Post by Lady Naoki on Sept 11, 2023 18:51:39 GMT -5
After allowing the woman some time to more or less finish her meal, and having polished off her own meal, Lady Naoki stands from her seat. “Yes, Idalia. There’s to be a tavern opening later this week, just down the street. I’ll introduce you in a few days.” With that said to hopefully placate “May I?” Lady Naoki gestures to the seat opposite Maggie Sawfish . She doesn’t wait before pulling the chair out and sitting down. “I don’t believe we’ve met,” Naoki begins. This is odd mostly because Naoki makes it her business to greet each new arrival to Port Argentium, but whoever this is, they’ve slipped through the cracks. “I am Lady Naoki,” she offers, seeming quite amenable.
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Maggie Sawfish
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Appearance: Blueish-grey skin with pallid pink scar tissue and gums, solid red eyes that become paler the longer she goes without blood, messy stringy white hair. Prominent fangs, wears a dark blue jacket and become hat.
Equipment: Two bottles for general use and one bottle exclusively for alcohol, three vials of fermented blood, a corpse fisher net, a broken ship wheel handle. A metal breast plate.
Skills and Abilities: Comparable strength and agility to a trained soldier, very good swimmer, no need to breathe or eat though she does enjoy eating, only needs to consume blood or ichor to sustain herself.
Practitioner of esoteric vampire magic known as the twisting which can be used to wring a living thing out like a dishrag to harvest an ethereal fluid called ichor produced by the living when they are violent, self indulgent, guilty or cruel.
Practitioner of necromancy, capable of raising multiple corpses as thralls provided they are waterlogged with saltwater. More power can be channeled to mutate a suitable corpse into a more monstrous form even if severely damaged. This however is draining and saltwater must be absorbed into the body or ingested in order to maintain the binding or recharge.
Skilled with using polearms with an emphasis on sweeping and cutting (halberds, partizans, etc)
Knows how to fermented blood and brew grog.
Biography: Press ganged into an Undead pirate lord's crew as a deckhand and bloodbag, the admiral took a liking to her and eventually turned her while forcing himself on her. As payment for this Maggie later staked him with one of the ship wheel's handles. After some time of sweet freedom and adapting to a new life (and finding that blood and ichor taste horrible.) The floods eventually came and dragged Maggie away.
Registered: Mar 2, 2022 19:08:30 GMT -5
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Post by Maggie Sawfish on Sept 14, 2023 2:13:28 GMT -5
Maggie made a quiet sound of panic then a face of slight disgust before attempting to salvage the conversation.
"S-sorry, bit of soup when down the wrong way." Attempting to clear her throat sne toes the conversation again.
"I...uh just sorta washed up on a beach near here, walked past some people having some rager of a party on the beach, then tried to find a proper city, got 'ungry, nearly went mad, talked to a box then uh...fell into the wall of this place."
Her skin seemed less blue, and seemed to not sag off of her body nearly as much, giving her a more youthful appearance.
"Oh bilge tack I didn't introduce myself. Sorry, I am uh...hmm" she paused instead of introducing herself, thinking through her choices.
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Lady Naoki
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 345
Appearance: Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed.
Allegiances: New Isra
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 22:31:18 GMT -5
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Post by Lady Naoki on Sept 14, 2023 3:11:10 GMT -5
Hearing the tale, Naoki nods along. Tossing a glance in the direction of the offending box, she shrugs, as if to say ‘happens to the best of us.’
“Ah, during the Luau.” That explains how they were able to slip in unnoticed. “The next one will be better,” she promises.
Suspecting she might know the reasoning behind the pause, Naoki prempts: “I don’t care what you’ve done before the floods, or any of that. Isra is still a terribly accepting sort of place — goodness knows I’ve known a few ‘sailors’ in my day.” With this, Naoki offers a knowing sort of smirk, intended to put this person at ease. She's not out here trying to lock people up for the mere act of privateering before the floods.
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Maggie Sawfish
Established
Roleplay posts: 21
Appearance: Blueish-grey skin with pallid pink scar tissue and gums, solid red eyes that become paler the longer she goes without blood, messy stringy white hair. Prominent fangs, wears a dark blue jacket and become hat.
Equipment: Two bottles for general use and one bottle exclusively for alcohol, three vials of fermented blood, a corpse fisher net, a broken ship wheel handle. A metal breast plate.
Skills and Abilities: Comparable strength and agility to a trained soldier, very good swimmer, no need to breathe or eat though she does enjoy eating, only needs to consume blood or ichor to sustain herself.
Practitioner of esoteric vampire magic known as the twisting which can be used to wring a living thing out like a dishrag to harvest an ethereal fluid called ichor produced by the living when they are violent, self indulgent, guilty or cruel.
Practitioner of necromancy, capable of raising multiple corpses as thralls provided they are waterlogged with saltwater. More power can be channeled to mutate a suitable corpse into a more monstrous form even if severely damaged. This however is draining and saltwater must be absorbed into the body or ingested in order to maintain the binding or recharge.
Skilled with using polearms with an emphasis on sweeping and cutting (halberds, partizans, etc)
Knows how to fermented blood and brew grog.
Biography: Press ganged into an Undead pirate lord's crew as a deckhand and bloodbag, the admiral took a liking to her and eventually turned her while forcing himself on her. As payment for this Maggie later staked him with one of the ship wheel's handles. After some time of sweet freedom and adapting to a new life (and finding that blood and ichor taste horrible.) The floods eventually came and dragged Maggie away.
Registered: Mar 2, 2022 19:08:30 GMT -5
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Post by Maggie Sawfish on Sept 14, 2023 10:00:34 GMT -5
"Well, that is a relief, although I wasn't too worried about that. I don't exactly hide my old vocation." She stated, almost laughing along before quieting down again. "I was just thinking which name to use." Maggie shuffled in her seat, closing her arms together as she moved her meal to one side. "I have two you see, one given to me at my birth, and one at my death. I haven't used that birthname in years, so I don't know if I can really introduce myself by it anymore."
The vampire pauses again before looking Lady Naoki up and down again. "Forgive my question" she begins, "But you seem well dressed, and reffered to yourself as a Lady, would I happen to be in the presence of the one in charge of this city? This Isra?" Her tone was cautious, not fearful, merely cautious as though she was ready to bite her own tounge.
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Lady Naoki
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 345
Appearance: Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed.
Allegiances: New Isra
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 22:31:18 GMT -5
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Post by Lady Naoki on Sept 15, 2023 18:47:07 GMT -5
Listening to this discussion of names, Lady Naoki shrugs. It doesn’t really matter to her, she’d just like to refer to them by name.
In response to the allegation that she’s in charge of the town, Lady Naoki smirks. “You would,” she says, nodding. “This Isra, and the last Isra, too.” Pulling a shiny gold coin from her pocket, Naoki offers it to the woman. On one face, Isra’s glorious sun is emblazoned — the same sun that flies on the flags scattered around the settlement. On the reverse, it’s Naoki’s face, with the words “Empress Naoki” at the bottom.
For their benefit, Naoki briefly assumes the same pose, in case they don’t otherwise see the resemblance. She looks all but identical. She’s even wearing the same sweater.
“I was the first to set foot on these damned isles, however long ago, and I have overseen the construction of this settlement from scratch. Why do you ask?”
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Ito
Established
Roleplay posts: 41
Age: 23
Appearance: Ito has a thin but wiry physique and unkempt dark hair that matches the color of his rather fluffy tail and large ears.
His skin is an even darkish tan save for the scarring on his neck, wrists, and ankles that one could guess was caused by shackles. There are also several white markings on his face and nose. Eye color is a vibrant yellow.
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Equipment: Ito’s clothing consists of rather baggy long sleeve shirts and pants of varying shades of dark brown and gray. He usually wears a rather large but thin scarf of sorts over this, secured by a silver brooch fashioned as a leaf. Depending on the trip, he carries either just a single or numerous bags with him. Each is primarily filled with various survival gear, water, rations, etc. However, some contain items less vital to survival such as paper, ink.
He also carries a long metallic chain, one end having a collar large enough to go around someone's neck and the other end large enough to go around a wrist or ankle. Numerous tiny runes are inscribed on both ends of the chain.
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Biography: The 4th child of Naoki, Ito was one of the many heirs to the Isran Empire. As one of Naoki's more rebellious offspring, Ito was often seen outside The Citadel grounds — much to the chagrin of his tutors.
As part of his training, Ito went to face Isra's enemies in war. To help him hone his gift to its full potential, a handpicked irregular unit was formed around him. Acting as one of Isra's premier strike teams, Ito's team imposed the Empress's will across the realm.
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Allegiances: To his unit
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Jan 5, 2022 9:33:54 GMT -5
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Post by Ito on Sept 29, 2023 2:19:08 GMT -5
Ito quickly picked up on more of Nels' almost practiced movements as well as the little flourishes he added. Surely this man had been in some manner of high society prior to arriving here? “Given the scarcity of ingredients, even well-made simple food takes on a more luxurious taste these days. I always find it surprising how fast our baseline expectations can be reset after being deprived of something.” Many people from higher stations had gone from having their fill of whatever kind of food they desired to instead being stuck on the same rations as everyone else.
Smiling slightly at Nels' positive words about the settlement, Ito turned and nodded in agreement after his rather unexpected dash to the door. “I used to travel frequently to frontier towns that had a similar feeling to this. While the capital of Old Isra was a marvelous place, there was always something exciting about going to new settlements. I can only hope Port Argentium has a bright future ahead of it. Gods know us stragglers need something to go our way…” Letting his comment trail off, Ito followed Nels inside the building. Closing the door behind him gently, his amber eyes curiously searched the restaurant's interior for its owner. While he hadn’t met Idalia before personally, he’d heard Naoki mention her a few times, mostly in regard to her marvelous cooking.
The interior of the building was certainly cozy and already Ito felt he’d likely be returning here for food often. The smells coming from the kitchen spoke for themselves. “Could we have a table for two please, one for me and my friend,” glancing around the interior Ito would offer a wave upon spotting Idalia.
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