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 29, 2023 12:04:14 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?” "Then I believe I owe you an apology Empress. I may be dead but I do remember manners, it was rude of me to enter without your express permissions." The vampire straightens her back before continuing. "I am Magdalyn Sofia Fancisca, although after being turned I was given the name Maggie Sawfish by my...sire." A note of disgust lingers on that last word as uncomfortable memories stirred.
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Nels Óvættrson
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Skills and Abilities: Ritualistic Magic
Alchemy
Biography: The masses shifted as they looked towards Her, awaiting Her decision as she played with the broken pieces of Her horns in scarred and muscled hands. "Take no comfort." Her voice was quiet as it washed over the docks. None spoke, not even Nels as he watched Her faded gold eyes. "There is pain coming. I have tested you all, and I have found your strength wanting." There were no cheers of agreement nor rejections of this assessment. They had been broken on the shore, shattered upon rocks time and time again. They knew they were not enough for what was coming. She raised Her hands as the fog rolled in from the great barren sea. "I will scatter you to a million worlds. You will suffer. You will struggle. You will die." They would die anyways, the distant drums echoing for miles from those who hunted what they labeled hellspawn.
"But some of you may survive. Some of you may yet live." They boarded their vessels, things of blackwood and ashen rope. Familiar symbols and insignia's marked their passage. "So sail my children." They pushed off from shore in waves, black ships upon darkened seas. On the docks, watching their people leave stood Her alone. Her voice reached them even then. Nels heard sobs. "Sail, my children. Sail and never look back."
Registered: Sept 23, 2023 15:00:11 GMT -5
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Post by Nels Óvættrson on Sept 29, 2023 19:15:42 GMT -5
Despite the smooth and practiced movements of Nels and the flowery trills he added onto small movements, there was a tad more hesitation in how he entered the door. Head ducked slightly and angled slightly to the side it seemed less something done to fit through the door, one more than large enough for him, and something that simply had become muscle memory for the quad-horned man. Given how much more space his horns took up, it made sense. Strange eyes scanned through the establishment with a lingering curiosity that was only briefly stronger than gnawing hunger. Though he expected little, his eyes wandered above the heads of those present. He tried to hide the disappoint as no similar pairs of horns poked out from those present, and he instead turned to Ito. "I've heard sayings from my people, you know." He commented about the town and its need for good fortune. "If I recall Her words..." He closes his eyes briefly, faded shades of pinkish purple staring at Ito in their place. "When dark seas drive you from from safe docks, claw at the depths to find the shelter you deserve. Even if the only strength you have is the selfish greed for another day." His eyes open once more, dark and swirling as he taps the side of his head.
"I'm used to working with little, despite my appearance. The fact that there's no hordes at the gate." He pauses, blinking as gears in his brain seem to turn. "That I've been told of." He continues. "Simply means the common woes are the most dire. Though I won't refute the use of having an objective force to rally against in the growth of such places." As they waited, Nels eyes glittered as they inspected Ito. "So, tell me of where you come from. Far be it from me of all people to judge appearances, but do all from your place of origin have such traits?"
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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 Sept 29, 2023 21:04:20 GMT -5
Idalia hearing the arrival of more customers comes out of the kitchen to greet them. She smiles sweetly at the two. One pair of hands takes two menus and the other pair gestures for them to pick a seat. The size of the eatery is small but is still relatively empty. It has not quite caught wind with the rest of the town.
The smell within resembled much of a warm homecooked meal by a nurturing mother. A familiar smell that envelops itself around you. There are hints of fresh herbs, chicken, and even what smells like a buttery pie.
Once the two are seated, she places the menus in front of them. The items on the paper menu are handwritten.
"Welcome to my eatery. Idalia is me! I'm Idalia! It's very nice to meet new faces" Idalia beams at the two. Her antennae fluttering to show her excitement. Her short hair is stark white almost as white as her cheeks. The only color of her skin is the pale rosiness in her cheeks. Her scary red eyes are offset by her kind nature. A flour covered apron protects her apricot colored sweater. Tufts of fuzz poke out over the collar of the sweater. Idalia is a modest 10 grey slugs tall (5ft,) she is quite proud of her height even if it is a little on the small side.
"What can I get you to drink? OH You!" she says to Ito. "Fuzzy tail cat but uh lady was here. You are like her also fuzzy-tailed." The fuzzy-tail in reference is the the great Lady Naoki. "And you look spooky but coool! Your horns look pointy. Oh right Idalia got carried away. Sorry sorry what can I get you two for drinks?" There's nothing more Idalia loves than meeting new and interesting people. She has definitely met horned-beings like Nels during a pilgrimage but she has not seen many here. The way Idalia speaks may be confusing to some. This tongue is unfamiliar to her and her odd accent and syntax is evident still she always tries her best!
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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 23:03:28 GMT -5
Glancing at Nels as the man recalled his people's saying, Ito scratched at his chin as he considered it. Her words? Ito wondered who that might be. Just as he seemed about to ask something Idalia arrived, showing the two to their seats. Offering a polite nod to Idalia, Ito murmured his thanks to her as she seated the pair. Idalia’s kind was certainly something Ito hadn’t encountered before. Were those insect-like characteristics? Ito wasn’t completely sure but as long as they got fed, well he wasn’t too worried about the details.
“Yes, Lady Naoki is my mother,” Ito said with a nod at Idalia’s mention of the “fuzzy tail cat”. “I heard her mention this place which is what brought me and my friend here. As for a drink… You have anything that bubbles?” Glancing down at the menu, Ito had a feeling it’d be hard to choose just one of the delicious sounding meals on the menu. Still, given the current circumstances with food shortages, it wouldn’t do to be too greedy. Maybe they could split a third dish?
Glancing over at Nels, Ito let out a slight chuckle. “Oh no no, no hordes at the gates. Not that we even have a gate yet. On the bright side that means as long as you don’t see raiders in the town square you know things are good!” Adjusting his tail with a cheeky grin, Ito paused to consider the question of his origin. It wasn’t exactly a question he was unfamiliar with, but this was perhaps the first time someone had asked after the flood. Generally, people in the settlement seemed primarily concerned with their next meal and shelter too much to be wondering about Ito’s physical characteristics. That and the fact most were already accustomed to Naoki.
“Funny thing that. Quite the opposite really, there were very few back in my old world with this appearance.” Ito gestured with one hand at his tail and the other at his ears. “In fact outside of my immediate family, I can’t say there’s any I’ve met like myself really. I’m sure they exist somewhere but it’s not something I ever gave a whole lot of thought to. Truth be told, it’s probably because of my privileged background. Given my family were heirs to Old Isra, I never had to face any prejudice due to my appearance.” Perhaps when he had been young the thought of his appearance had troubled him, but such thoughts were nothing but a distant memory to him now.
“My circumstances were quite fortunate, pure luck I’d say. If I had been born in different ones who knows how I would have turned out. Probably would have ended up dead in a ditch.” Shaking his head with an amused smirk, Ito recalled more than a few of his childhood instructors warning him of such a fate if he kept skipping their lessons.
“Oh and as to where I lived, it was a place called the Isran Empire. Used to be known as the Free City of Isra. It was a city-state made up of all sorts of people, races, and creeds. Big on personal freedoms and whatnot. My mother was elected leader and sometime into her term she was made uh…” Ito paused, the description of how his family turned the Free City of Isra into the Isran Empire had sounded a bit better in his head than it did now that he’d said it aloud. Perhaps a topic change was in order!
“Anyways, enough about me!” Ito hurriedly considered his options and settled for asking Nels the same question. “Well since you broached the subject I feel a bit more comfortable asking myself now. What’s the place you come from like? Does everyone there share your traits?” Ito gestured at Nels horns vaguely with one hand. It wasn’t the smoothest transition, but it would do.
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Nels Óvættrson
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Skills and Abilities: Ritualistic Magic
Alchemy
Biography: The masses shifted as they looked towards Her, awaiting Her decision as she played with the broken pieces of Her horns in scarred and muscled hands. "Take no comfort." Her voice was quiet as it washed over the docks. None spoke, not even Nels as he watched Her faded gold eyes. "There is pain coming. I have tested you all, and I have found your strength wanting." There were no cheers of agreement nor rejections of this assessment. They had been broken on the shore, shattered upon rocks time and time again. They knew they were not enough for what was coming. She raised Her hands as the fog rolled in from the great barren sea. "I will scatter you to a million worlds. You will suffer. You will struggle. You will die." They would die anyways, the distant drums echoing for miles from those who hunted what they labeled hellspawn.
"But some of you may survive. Some of you may yet live." They boarded their vessels, things of blackwood and ashen rope. Familiar symbols and insignia's marked their passage. "So sail my children." They pushed off from shore in waves, black ships upon darkened seas. On the docks, watching their people leave stood Her alone. Her voice reached them even then. Nels heard sobs. "Sail, my children. Sail and never look back."
Registered: Sept 23, 2023 15:00:11 GMT -5
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Post by Nels Óvættrson on Sept 29, 2023 23:43:16 GMT -5
True to his word, Nels gave no wayward signs of surprise to Idalia's appearance. He offered a toothy smile and a warm greeting as he introduced himself while they were guided to their seats. At the mention of his horns he gave a small chuckle, before warmly replying "Thanks, I made them myself." If the way the mothlike individual spoke was confusing, he seemed to take it in enough stride. As he inspected the menu, he considered ordering something more complicated, if only to see what culinary culture existed here, before some distant stories reared themselves in his head. Sailors used to their rations and water immediately jumping for spice and complicated dishes, only to wind up puking it all back out because their body couldn't handle the sharp change. He did not know the requirements for such events, but it still made him hesitate. "I'll just take a water to drink." He added after a moment.
He listened to Ito intently, allowing his eyes to better drift over the catlike features that seemed to define Ito in Idalia's eyes. It was a peculiarity, something rare that added such traits but still to be accepted. "Fascinating!" Though he tried to keep his mind from pressing for more details. From the mischievous sparkle in his swirled eyes, the jump from 'Free City' to 'Empire' was not lost on him. "We called ourselves the Óvættr. Or rather, it was what we were called at large. Loosely translates to monsters, though I've also heard things like changeling, fae-touched, and others that are far less polite. We were actually a rather small number! Though, what seemed to damn us to people is that fact that we aren't really a people at all." He pauses, tapping a finger on the table. "Based on numbers by people far smarter than I, perhaps four or five in every hundred people born would be one of us. Though, they wouldn't all be like me. Many sometimes just grow horns, others have traits I do not, so on and so forth. I've not the slightest idea of the cause." He shrugs, and while he's eager to speak it's impossible to mistake the lingering bile on his tongue for the subject. He understands it, has come to terms with it even, but one does not simply get over the rejection.
"Regardless, very few places accepted us. Most considered us damned by blood or by spirit and we were delegated appropriately to such views. So naturally we did what any cast unto the streets and deemed the spawn of devils would do." He smiles at this, satisfaction burning and apparent in his eyes. "Became the Óvættr they loathed. Gathered together under the banner of Her, and found ourselves our own little city." The symbols that seemed less than friendly carved into his horns suddenly made more sense. A people united under the banner of the rejected, claiming the symbols of their rejection as an identity. Only a few more prominent symbols, their meaning unknown, seemed to lack the direct malice carved into the flow of the others. He paused after a moment, shaking his head with that same toothy grin.
"You'll forgive me for rambling. It's been some time since I've spoken to people who weren't Óvættr or direct allies. The fact that such views aren't as common here? It's liberating!" He admitted with that smile. "Though I will say, horns were by far the most common trait shared by my kind. In most cases, those who lacked them did so because they had been sanded flat." His tone conveyed the same since of sympathetic pain as hearing about a wounded fingernail. "We were a diverse people, and almost like some cruel joke we all brought with us the images of the demons we were associated with. Found some strength in that, I suppose." He recalled the small tender he arrived in, and almost laughed. "I think the guard that found me just about pissed himself when he found my tender. It's a terrible little thing covered in warped shapes. Unfortunately I was in no shape to be dragging it to the Port otherwise I'd show it to you."
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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 30, 2023 21:21:45 GMT -5
"Then I believe I owe you an apology Empress. I may be dead but I do remember manners, it was rude of me to enter without your express permissions." The vampire straightens her back before continuing. "I am Magdalyn Sofia Fancisca, although after being turned I was given the name Maggie Sawfish by my...sire." A note of disgust lingers on that last word as uncomfortable memories stirred. To this, Lady Naoki shrugs, waving away the apology. “Isra has always been a welcoming haven for refugees. Tough it’s not much of an empire anymore,” she supposes, glancing around their surroundings. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, though. How would you prefer to be called? That matters more than any given name. And — further, and at the risk of being forward, what do you do?” Their attire suggests a certain sort of profession, but Naoki isn’t one to presume, and she’s trying to sound out what sort of person Magdalyn or Maggie is.
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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 Oct 5, 2023 19:39:43 GMT -5
Idalia couldn't help but linger a little longer than comfortable before ambling away. It is difficult for her to remember she's a worker and now isn't the time to socialize. Maybe if these two become regulars she'll get the time to know them.
She searches her immaculate kitchen for the drinks they requested. Water is an easy order to fill, as for something with bubbles. Bubbles remind her of soap but she doubts what the man wants. Her food menu is quite flushed out but as for drinks, they are not her forte. In the back of the kitchen in a container filled with ice, she searches for something fizzy. Nothing fizzy to be found but she does spot a container of apple juice. She decides to pour a cup and see what the customer says.
The Arna couldn't help but giggle to herself, wow so that guy is Naoki's son. She isn't quite sure how old Naoki is but she is a pretty adult. She can't wait to see Naoki again. She returns to the two and presents the drinks on a wooden tray. One hand under the tray and the other resting on the edge to provide stability. Her other pair of arms bent behind her back, the back of her hands resting at her tailbone. So professional looking for Idalia. "Two drinks for my two new customers. Unfortunately we do not have anything bubbly but I did bring you some apple fruit juice. I can grab you something else if you prefer. Are you two ready to order? If you have questions please ask Idalia. Ida- um I mean I will help answer them." She lowers the tray after serving the drinks and holds it close to her body.
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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 Oct 7, 2023 15:03:50 GMT -5
Leaning forward and resting his elbows on the table, Ito listened to Nels describe his history without interruption. Ito seemed genuinely interested in Nels' past, occasionally opening his mouth as if to ask something before shutting it and continuing to listen. Being persecuted due to being a small subset of the general population… While Ito couldn’t relate to it directly, he had traveled to several places that held such views. It’d always made him uncomfortable, even if he wasn’t personally the object of the scorn. Watching how some places treated their “second class” citizens had never sat well with him. While perhaps not as brutal and cruel as the places with slavery, Ito always felt there was almost something more insidious about the places with “second-class” citizens. Old Isra could easily justify putting an end to a nation built on slaves, but a nation that had more subtle problems…
There was also another mention of Her, Ito would have to ask Nels about that. Whoever they were, they must be important. Eyes flickering towards Nels' horns, Ito took a closer look as Nels explained why such symbols were on them. Well, this explanation certainly made more sense to Ito than any others he could have come up with. Nels didn’t strike him as particularly demonic in nature despite the symbols on his horns. Adjusting his stance, Ito sat up properly in his chair and let out a slight chuckle at Nels' description of the guard.
“You’ll have to forgive the guards, they aren’t what they used to be back in Old Isra. Easily spooked and I suspect they spend more time daydreaming about the old days than they do actually training.” Ito really hoped his mother had some backup plan for the defense of Port Argentium, because if they were ever attacked and the current guards were the only line of defense… Well, Ito didn’t even want to think about what would happen. “If you need any help getting your tender over to the docks I can offer a hand. Or even if you just need some help carrying some belongings out of it.”
“Oh and please don’t worry about rambling! I asked because I’m truly interested in hearing about the place you came from. There are just so many interesting people in Port Argentium who have shown up from places I’ve never heard of. I feel it would be a waste to not learn about them!” Grabbing his tail and giving it a slight tug, Ito placed the fluffy appendage on his lap.“If you don’t mind me asking, I’ve heard you mention a Her several times now. I take it this person was your leader or a commander of some kind?”
Seeing that Idalia had returned with drinks, Ito picked up the glass of apple juice and offered it a delicate sniff before taking a sip of it. “I think apple juice will do just fine! I had a feeling asking for something bubbly would be a longshot given current circumstances.” Oh that’s right, he needed to pick something from the menu. Ito scanned the paper menu quickly, searching for what would satisfy his hunger best. “I think I’d like The Prince’s Chop! It’s been too long since I’ve had a pork chop.” Ito subconsciously licked his lips as he spoke, images of glistening pork chops temporarily flooding his mind. “Out of curiosity, how long ago did you arrive at Port Argentium, Idalia?” Ears tilting slightly, Ito steepled his fingers and then used them as a chin rest as he placidly stared at Idalia.
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Nels Óvættrson
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Skills and Abilities: Ritualistic Magic
Alchemy
Biography: The masses shifted as they looked towards Her, awaiting Her decision as she played with the broken pieces of Her horns in scarred and muscled hands. "Take no comfort." Her voice was quiet as it washed over the docks. None spoke, not even Nels as he watched Her faded gold eyes. "There is pain coming. I have tested you all, and I have found your strength wanting." There were no cheers of agreement nor rejections of this assessment. They had been broken on the shore, shattered upon rocks time and time again. They knew they were not enough for what was coming. She raised Her hands as the fog rolled in from the great barren sea. "I will scatter you to a million worlds. You will suffer. You will struggle. You will die." They would die anyways, the distant drums echoing for miles from those who hunted what they labeled hellspawn.
"But some of you may survive. Some of you may yet live." They boarded their vessels, things of blackwood and ashen rope. Familiar symbols and insignia's marked their passage. "So sail my children." They pushed off from shore in waves, black ships upon darkened seas. On the docks, watching their people leave stood Her alone. Her voice reached them even then. Nels heard sobs. "Sail, my children. Sail and never look back."
Registered: Sept 23, 2023 15:00:11 GMT -5
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Post by Nels Óvættrson on Oct 7, 2023 20:58:14 GMT -5
Water was something easy to order, something easy to not be surprised by. Still, he offered another warm smile to Idalia as he took his drink, listening to Ito speak as he allowed a mouthful to swish about his teeth before swallowing. The touch of whatever minerals inhabited the waters here sparked across his tongue, and he found himself thankful it was nothing foul. Fresh water was fresh water, but some streams of it simply were not meant for taste. "Thank you kindly, Miss Idalia." He offered with a fresh shine on his lips. Strange eyes turned once more to Ito, offering a small chuckle at the offer to retrieve the tender. "Well, truth be told the tender wasn't mind. I'm not entirely sure why it was dispatched from the main longship, or why I was on it alone. I'm hardly the sailing type as it stands. If someone claims it though-" He shrugs at the thought. "Well, I'm sure you'll recognize it. From what I've seen, the lumber here isn't black after all. As for my belongings, unfortunately you're looking at quite everything I own." He taps the staff he has leaning against his seat for good measure.
At the prompting, Nels too realized he had not yet seen the offered meals. Quickly his eyes scanned the menu as he allowed Ito to order first. His eyes glaze over in horror as they read the details of the Bad Memories option, before pointing a color-faded nail first at the Rice to Meet You before hesitating. "Rice is certainly filling but..." His eyes wander lower, tempted by Ito's own choice before his finger slides to the Adventurer's Ribs. "I've been too long without proper meat. I'll beg forgiveness from my stomach later, but I simply must have the Adventurer's Ribs."
With that decided and perhaps his stomach related fate sealed, Nels leaned forward on the table with a sleek grin. "Oh, Her!" It was a name said with several weights behind it, reverence chief among them. "Truth be told I've only spoken to them on a handful of occasions, perks of being of some magical capacity, but I was far from Her personal entourage. Word goes that She was the prince of some noble origin, claimed as a 'bastard son-'" He marked the words with a small hand motion, clearly quoting and not speaking himself. "-If not by blood then by blood." He taps one of his horns, confirming the obvious of what damned Her. "I... Won't go into specifics, truth be told so much of Her was mythos by the time I joined the city that it was hard to discern the truth, and She was so busy and kept such brief company that no one had much of the full story. Heart of it was this, it was our city, but we didn't build it. We had so many by the end that we had to expand it obviously but the port itself stood long before us." He took another sip of water.
"She led the riot. That port had been kind to us, gave us more rights and such than most places ever considered. Then the Arch-Governor changed, and so did his policies. Suddenly we felt the push of boots on our back and She awakened in us the realization that we didn't quite like it. She had connected us together before, but She was just that, a leader of a larger-than-average community. Something sparked in Her then and she took full advantage of it. We took the city. You can't defend against siege from the people that live in every nook and cranny of your city. Her makeshift militia took over, and perhaps she beheaded the Arch-Governor." He states it with the same plainness as if he was discussing gossip. "She was born to lead, and so She did. I don't think She ever had a proper title, was the type who did it because nobody was better at it. When it happened, I thought she... Summoned the water to cover our escape." His face sours slightly, as if contemplating the end of something dear.
"I think She knew it was coming, knowing what I do now. Don't know how but it's like something changed. We had fought and skirmished and weren't bad, just outnumbered and outsupplied, then suddenly She just... Wanted us to stop. Cried that no more would perish over a hopeless fight. Had us loaded up onto boats and everything as the crusade reached the city. Didn't tell a soul. Like She wanted to make one last statement of defiance, saving us and damning them. Her being the last thing that horde saw before they were crushed by the waves. If any survive it, hell's above and below, She'll haunt their descendants for ages." Given how he spoke it would be easy to think of the idea pleasing Nels. Instead there is a strange hollowness to it, a realization that he would never know. Outcast from society, then from his world, and now the troubling thought that he's out from his people as well. "But, well, that's just history I suppose. Enough of that hear to flood its own ocean." He forces a smile, turning his gaze to Idalia to hear her response to Ito's question.
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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.
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Post by Idalia on Oct 7, 2023 21:22:28 GMT -5
Idalia jotted down their orders before answering Ito's question.
"Idalia came here not too long ago." Timekeeping was something the Arna did loosely. They don't keep track of the hours but rather the cycles of the moon. "The moon has come When I left the moon was uh" Idalia holds out a hand in a backward c shape, a waxing crescent. "I forget the word but the phase after the moon is new, and when I arrived the moon is full like a big cheese wheel. Idalia has seen the moon go from full to new moon about four times." Idalia has been in town for about two months.
She was surprised about how quickly the restaurant was built at that time. Now it's a fully functional place instead of a pile of wood. "Oh, I arrived here with a friend. His name is Cil and he also has a business. If you need new clothing he can make you something new. He made many of the sweaters and shirts I wear" Being a creature with four arms makes it difficult to find clothing for.
"How long have you two been here? Maybe you've come recently. This is my first time seeing you two." Idalia would think she would remember if she saw these individuals in town, but then again. . .all she has thought about in the past month is her restaurant. Her memory regarding non-food related thoughts is lacking.
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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 Oct 9, 2023 23:24:14 GMT -5
So Nels didn’t even have a memory of boarding the tender? Huh, Ito supposed that was hardly the strangest arrival story he’d heard but it was a mystery nonetheless. While the fact Nels didn’t have anything else in it that needed fetching saved them both a trip, Ito did feel a bit bad that he had arrived with so few possessions. It was a common occurrence, but that didn’t make it any less unfortunate! “I see, black lumber… I suppose I’ll keep an eye out for that.”
As Ito had suspected, Nels had quite a bit to say on the subject of Her. Ito listened with rapt attention throughout the explanation, so intent on not missing anything he even forgot to take another sip of his apple juice! From the picture Nels painted, Ito could only imagine this person must’ve been immensely charismatic. To be able to bring together a group of downtrodden people and lead them to such success. It was a truly impressive feat even under the best of circumstances. From the sound of it, She had succeeded under the worst of circumstances.
Perhaps the new Arch-Governor’s poor policies had helped Her rally Her people, but Ito knew most would simply roll over and accept their fate in such circumstances. But to start an uprising and put an immediate end to things? From how Nels described her last moments, Ito assumed she had likely perished in the flood. But what if she hadn’t? Lots of people washed up, even those close friends and family had thought surely dead… But even if She hadn’t survived, her actions no doubt kept Nels people going, wherever they might be. A true martyr for the freedom of her people. Glancing over at Idalia, Ito’s ears perked up at the mention of her friend.
“Your friend makes clothes you say!” Glancing down at his own rather worn-out clothes, Ito looked back at Idalia with a grin. “Well, I’m glad to hear you haven’t been here long. I’d be kicking myself if I had missed both your restaurant and a tailor! I have a strong suspicion I’ll be paying your friend a visit in the near future…” Finally remembering the fact he had a glass of apple juice, Ito took a big gulp of the liquid. Perhaps too big of one as it caused him to break into a minor fit of coughing.
“Oh, I’ve been here a little while now, maybe uhh?” Ito paused, trying to recall just how long he’d been in Port Argentium. Many of the days just seemed to blend together. “At least half a year now, maybe a bit longer. It’s honestly not something I think about as much anymore, to be honest. In many ways, I feel like I’ve been in Port Argentium for far longer than I actually have, and my memories of the time before the flood…” While he wasn’t exactly losing them, Ito did find the frequency that he thought about them was dropping with each day. Ito did have more questions for Nels, but he didn’t want it to seem like he was interrogating the poor man. Instead, Ito took another drink of his juice, this one much more manageable than his last.
“It sounds like you and your people have been through a lot, Nels.” Letting out a melancholy sigh, Ito tried to think of something positive to say. Maybe something about how his people were still out there? “Well, on the bright side, if you were launched in that tender without any memory of it… Surely that means other people from your group could have been too, right? I don’t claim to know how the Mists work, but I’d say there’s a good shot more people from your old world made it here!” Puffing out his chest, Ito nodded to himself as if that made his theory all the more true.
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Nels Óvættrson
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Skills and Abilities: Ritualistic Magic
Alchemy
Biography: The masses shifted as they looked towards Her, awaiting Her decision as she played with the broken pieces of Her horns in scarred and muscled hands. "Take no comfort." Her voice was quiet as it washed over the docks. None spoke, not even Nels as he watched Her faded gold eyes. "There is pain coming. I have tested you all, and I have found your strength wanting." There were no cheers of agreement nor rejections of this assessment. They had been broken on the shore, shattered upon rocks time and time again. They knew they were not enough for what was coming. She raised Her hands as the fog rolled in from the great barren sea. "I will scatter you to a million worlds. You will suffer. You will struggle. You will die." They would die anyways, the distant drums echoing for miles from those who hunted what they labeled hellspawn.
"But some of you may survive. Some of you may yet live." They boarded their vessels, things of blackwood and ashen rope. Familiar symbols and insignia's marked their passage. "So sail my children." They pushed off from shore in waves, black ships upon darkened seas. On the docks, watching their people leave stood Her alone. Her voice reached them even then. Nels heard sobs. "Sail, my children. Sail and never look back."
Registered: Sept 23, 2023 15:00:11 GMT -5
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Post by Nels Óvættrson on Oct 10, 2023 6:08:09 GMT -5
"I've but arrived today!" Nels admitted to Idalia with a grin. "Truth be told I'm not in my normal attire. I haven't had all that much chance to find appropriate makeup and other such secondary aesthetics." Though faded, the presence of eyeshadow and nail polish was clearly apparent on the effeminate man. Even his clothes had an air to them that bespoke of fresh clothing, kept looking nice purely because the material was fine and had only just begun to wear from sudden use. The presence of a tailor did catch his attention, as he tilted his head towards Idalia. "Well, more than likely I'll have to seek out your friend before long. As fine as these furs are, I'll need something less... Heavy, before long." Even at first glance, it was easy to imagine Nels as someone with a far larger wardrobe than most, even if it did bring into question what he liked to wear.
"It's hard to say." He said a few moments after Ito's words, taking the time to swirl water in his mouth once more before swallowing. "I remember very little from being in the mists. Like my memory would suddenly start, trying to keep track of what was happening only to... Lose track, and have to start over. I certainly hope more arrive. It's a world they deserve to know." He tapped his cup briefly with his worn fingernails. "So! Now that I've all but revealed my all too tragic backstory." He gives another toothy grin, leaning onto his elbows on the table. "Tell me about the Port! Or this land. Anything. Surely half a year is enough to know something worth sinking your teeth into." Though he's clearly looking for practically anything, there's a dangerous gleam in his eyes.
Oh no. He's a gossip.
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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.
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Post by Idalia on Oct 13, 2023 19:28:13 GMT -5
Idalia draws directions to Cil's Silks. "I'm glad I'm not the only newcomer in town. If you want to seek me out you know where to find me." She smiles at Nels and then at Ito. She repeats their orders to confirm and then heads into the kitchen to start cooking. While the two chattered she begins doing what she does best. A loud chop can be heard from the kitchen as Idalia breaks down the large boar she had caught earlier today. The boar had already been stripped and cleaned. Meat is sliced from the boar on a made to order basis. A butcher knife makes quick work of separating the ribs. A high pitched ring can be heard as she sharpens her next knife of choice, a carving knife. She uses the long blade to carve out juicy chop from the board loin. The pork chop It's not named the Prince's pork chop for nothing. The piece she chooses is meaty, tender, and thick with a soon to be delicious fat cap. A glint appears in Idalia's eyes, a flame almost. For anyone watching her cook for the first time, she looks like a madman. There's an almost ferocity in the way she cooks. Even the simplest of actions have its dazzle from seasoning the ribs with a blend of salt and spices, to preparing the potatoes with a oil massage and their own snowfall of salt. Into the oven they go. Next comes the pork chop. The pork gets a simple salt and pepper treatment, the glaze is the true star here. The familiar hiss floats out of the kitchen as the meat hits the hot pan. Butter, garlic, and a fresh spring of rosemary meets the pan creating a pool of flavors for the pork to swim in. Idalia lovingly drenches the pork with the liquid gold. The buttery puddle becomes a pool as red wine, brown sugar, and apricots are added to the mix. Swim little piggie swim, but this pool is not calm. The sauce hits the pork over and over like a prisoner being waterboarded. Idalia is intend on drowning this pork chop in her decadent sauce. The pool soon caramelizes into the a gooey glaze. A second pool of vinegar, brown sugar, molasses, and a secret bland of spices simmers shimmers in another pan nearby. She takes a spoon to sauce. As she lifts her spoon up, a string of sticky sauce follows. As she rotates her spoon, the sauce wraps easily around it like caramel. "Perfect!" Perfect timing too as the oven finishes it's task. She plates the food and pays extra time in smothering the ribs in this mouthwatering sauce. The smell wafts into dining area, a blend of sweet and tangy followed by the subtle heat from her blend of spices. Idalia is a mastermind when it comes to making peoples mouths water. She sets the plates in front of her two newest customers. People have said that her food is devilish, devilishly addicting. If she was a devil, gluttony would be the sin she wishes upon everyone. "Made with lots of love. Eat up!" The food on the plates are still steaming hot. The ribs have a light char to them and a smokiness tickles the customers nose. The sauce coats the ribs like a coat. There isn't a single part of these ribs that isn't coated. As for the pork chops, the potatoes have a satisfying crunch that ends with a soft middle to compliment the thickness of the meat. The meat glistens from the glaze, some might even see their reflection in it.
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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 Oct 16, 2023 2:02:36 GMT -5
Offering a murmured thanks to Idalia as she confirmed the order and went off into the kitchen to start preparing it, Ito nodded sympathetically at Nels' tale. Not remembering what had happened in the mists, well Ito could relate more than a bit to that.
“I also have very little memory of my time in the mists. I remember getting off a larger ship and onto a smaller rowboat as the mists happened but after that… I really can’t say I remember anything before I washed up on the beach. Hopefully, with time we can both remember more.” Reaching out to take a sip of his juice, Ito tilted his head slightly at Nels’ question. Ah so he was after that kind of info. Ito had the opportunity to steer the conversation in a respectable direction here, but there were tales to be told! Running errands around Port Argentium on the daily allowed Ito to hear all manner of rumors. And his new friend here had just asked to hear one!
“Well, it’s only something I’ve heard second hand but,” Ito glanced around to make sure no one else was near their table before lowering his voice conspiratorially. “So this happened before I even arrived here, but apparently we used to have a Dr. Vulpin working here. Terrible bedside manner I hear, but he did well enough work to patch people up. Anyway, I heard he got into some sort of altercation with my mother, and then one day bam, never to be seen again. But that’s not the interesting part of the story!” Peering towards the kitchen to make sure Idalia wasn’t sneaking up to bring them anything and perhaps overhear this scandalous tale, Ito continued once satisfied that their host was still preparing the meal.
“The crazy part is apparently the same day Dr. Vulpin disappeared, we got a new ‘Dr. Vulpin’. Anastasia Vulpin I think her name is. I’ve heard she looks like she’s been stitched together with multiple people's body parts, but they all fit perfectly together! Also does great work from what I hear and has a better bedside manner than the old Dr. Vulpin. I have yet to encounter her, but she’s certainly someone to keep an eye open for.” Pausing as if to consider what rumor to tell Nels next, Ito’s attention is quickly drawn to Idalia as she serves them their meals.
“Oh my… I don’t know if I’ll be able to go back to eating at the mess hall after this!” Ito’s eyes widened in delight as he simply stared at his glistening porkchop. “Thank you so much Idalia, it smells delightful and I can already tell I’m going to love it!”
Spearing his fork through the pork chop, Ito used his knife to cut off a generously sized bite and popped it into his mouth. Cooked to perfection and that apricot glaze was absolutely divine! Popping one of the potato pieces into his mouth, Ito let out a satisfied sigh as he subconsciously slumped back in his chair. He’d definitely be returning here frequently.
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Nels Óvættrson
Established
Roleplay posts: 19
Skills and Abilities: Ritualistic Magic
Alchemy
Biography: The masses shifted as they looked towards Her, awaiting Her decision as she played with the broken pieces of Her horns in scarred and muscled hands. "Take no comfort." Her voice was quiet as it washed over the docks. None spoke, not even Nels as he watched Her faded gold eyes. "There is pain coming. I have tested you all, and I have found your strength wanting." There were no cheers of agreement nor rejections of this assessment. They had been broken on the shore, shattered upon rocks time and time again. They knew they were not enough for what was coming. She raised Her hands as the fog rolled in from the great barren sea. "I will scatter you to a million worlds. You will suffer. You will struggle. You will die." They would die anyways, the distant drums echoing for miles from those who hunted what they labeled hellspawn.
"But some of you may survive. Some of you may yet live." They boarded their vessels, things of blackwood and ashen rope. Familiar symbols and insignia's marked their passage. "So sail my children." They pushed off from shore in waves, black ships upon darkened seas. On the docks, watching their people leave stood Her alone. Her voice reached them even then. Nels heard sobs. "Sail, my children. Sail and never look back."
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Post by Nels Óvættrson on Oct 19, 2023 19:17:43 GMT -5
The liveliness that sparked over his face as Ito began to indulge him seemed to do just as much good for his wind-worn features as a weeks worth of proper moisturizer. With his head propped on folded hands as he intently listened, he seemed far too delighted to hear about the plight of the missing doctor and his patchwork replacement. Offering a toothy grin, he seemed all too pleased to hear about it. "Ooh! Could you be implying that you mother vanishes people in the night?" He tilted his head at that, his tone clearly accenting that he was teasing. "And complete patchwork you say? Now I've seen some ritual stitching but nothing quite like that! I'd say I would keep an eye out for her but I think it would be more difficult to miss her." Says the pot of the kettle.
With the expression he gave urging Ito to continue, it was clear he could sit here for hours doing little else than commenting on rumors and gossip. The only thing stopping him being something catching his interest well before he saw it. His nostrils flared, eyes widening and back straightening as the two plates of food arrived, staring at the awaiting ribs with wide, shimmering eyes. He offers no immediate thanks, instead his gaze slowly lifting to Idalia as if she had approached him dying of thirst in the dessert carrying gallons upon gallons of water. "You. Are. A. Saint." Was the only words he could manage to say, before the ribs demanded his gaze as well as his attention.
There was brief consideration for propriety, and perhaps any other day he would care for his nails or his hands, or some modicum of how one was supposed to eat such food. Today though, he had been given succulent meat after a long time eating dried things at sea. He carefully pulled apart the ribs, bringing strips of bone and their hanging, glazed flesh upwards. His strange teeth carved its way through the juicy meat like hot knife through butter, a testament of either the ferocity of his fangs or the melt-in-your-mouth texture of the meat. His teeth worked quickly, rending and sucking the flesh from bone and leaving a terrifyingly white strip of bone in its place, his passing marked only by the humorously frequent teeth marks that chewed into the bone.
He feasted like a starving man. Perhaps he was. It certainly wasn't hard to imagine meat being the primary thing he was made to eat with how ravenously he began tearing through the ribs and their sauces, leaving little in his wake.
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