Cil
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Appearance: Cil is a diminutive Arna with pale skin, feathery grey antennae, grey-white hair that flares at the neck, and fuzzy Moth's wings patterned in red and white. In addition to the simple yet elegant robes that adorn their body, Cil almost always wear a sheepish expression on their face - he always seems as though he has either just awoken from a nap, or is preparing for one. Like most Arna, Cil has a secondary set of arms just below the first.
Equipment: Cil's possessions of note include an iron lantern suspended from a simple wood staff, a slingshot, a traditional Arna loom, and his favorite stuffed charm in the shape of a fluffy ram.
Skills and Abilities: Cil is a skilled artisan, trained in traditional Arna silkweaving. Using Arna-sourced silk, Cil has achieved mastery of his craft, and is known for his talent for producing clothing that perfectly blends comfort and elegance. He is credited as being able to create the softest blankets ever held by mortal hands.
Registered: Mar 3, 2023 4:04:39 GMT -5
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Post by Cil on Sept 15, 2023 18:22:28 GMT -5
 Cil's SilksA sleepy shop on a quiet corner of Isra's forum. A few mannequins are positioned at the storefront window, adorned with various garments of exceptional quality and make. The interior of the shop is filled wall-to ceiling with racks of clothing, rolls of bulk fabric, half-finished projects on clothing stands, and ornate tapestries hanging from each and every surface. The shop's owner, Cil, can most reliably be found napping under one of the many warm and inviting piles of fabric that clutter the room. |
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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 22, 2023 18:03:48 GMT -5
Idalia after finding some spare time decides to visit her dear friend Cil. She starts to look around for her friend. He must be napping again. Idalia never understood the idea of napping, she's always so filled with energy.
"Cil?" she calls out. It's unusual for her to talk to Cil using actual words, but its good for them to practice the language if they will be living here indefinitely.
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Cil
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Appearance: Cil is a diminutive Arna with pale skin, feathery grey antennae, grey-white hair that flares at the neck, and fuzzy Moth's wings patterned in red and white. In addition to the simple yet elegant robes that adorn their body, Cil almost always wear a sheepish expression on their face - he always seems as though he has either just awoken from a nap, or is preparing for one. Like most Arna, Cil has a secondary set of arms just below the first.
Equipment: Cil's possessions of note include an iron lantern suspended from a simple wood staff, a slingshot, a traditional Arna loom, and his favorite stuffed charm in the shape of a fluffy ram.
Skills and Abilities: Cil is a skilled artisan, trained in traditional Arna silkweaving. Using Arna-sourced silk, Cil has achieved mastery of his craft, and is known for his talent for producing clothing that perfectly blends comfort and elegance. He is credited as being able to create the softest blankets ever held by mortal hands.
Registered: Mar 3, 2023 4:04:39 GMT -5
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Post by Cil on Sept 27, 2023 10:46:50 GMT -5
From the upper level of the shop, Idalia could hear a muffled "Buh", followed by an equally muffled thump.
Cil emerged at the top of the stairs, rubbing his bleary eyes with two hands and clasping an orange silk blanket around himself with the others. A shock of hair stood upright at the center of his head, seemingly the last to be informed that Cil was awake. The Arna's expression brightened a bit when he saw who had arrived.
"Hey Idalia." Cil smiled. "How have you been doing? I hear the uh, restaurant is picking up?"
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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 21:14:14 GMT -5
"Hi Cil!" Idalia couldn't help but climb the stairs to meet him. "I'm doing excellent today. I feel things are coming up Idalia. This place is nice and everyone has been helpful. The restaurant is going good, come by and I'll make you your favorite meal" She uses her hands to try and flatten the unruly hairs atop his head. It is no secret that Idalia dotes a little on Cil.
"Congratulations! Oh I said it right! congratuwations on your clothing store. You've been helping me with clothes for too long now, it is good that you have your own store now. You can use your talents to help a lot of people now. Praise be" Poor Cil having just woken up and being met with the full enthusiastic energy of Idalia. An energy akin to a child full of sugary candy. She touches her forehead to his, a gesture to show her love and gratitude for Cil. A moment of silence before she opens her mouth "I'm proud of you. You've come so far." her words a calmness to them unlike her usual self. She lets the words linger in the air before pulling away.
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Cil
New
Roleplay posts: 9
Appearance: Cil is a diminutive Arna with pale skin, feathery grey antennae, grey-white hair that flares at the neck, and fuzzy Moth's wings patterned in red and white. In addition to the simple yet elegant robes that adorn their body, Cil almost always wear a sheepish expression on their face - he always seems as though he has either just awoken from a nap, or is preparing for one. Like most Arna, Cil has a secondary set of arms just below the first.
Equipment: Cil's possessions of note include an iron lantern suspended from a simple wood staff, a slingshot, a traditional Arna loom, and his favorite stuffed charm in the shape of a fluffy ram.
Skills and Abilities: Cil is a skilled artisan, trained in traditional Arna silkweaving. Using Arna-sourced silk, Cil has achieved mastery of his craft, and is known for his talent for producing clothing that perfectly blends comfort and elegance. He is credited as being able to create the softest blankets ever held by mortal hands.
Registered: Mar 3, 2023 4:04:39 GMT -5
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Post by Cil on Dec 18, 2023 0:21:43 GMT -5
Cil stared back at Idalia, still shaking off the grogginess of slumber. He was absorbing the gist of Idalia was saying, but most of it just washed over him in a wave of sudden and aggressive positivity. At Idalia’s uncharacteristic moment of silence, however… Cil blinked, fully awake. For Idalia, silence was louder than a shout. He wasn’t quite sure what to make of it, not yet.
He smiled at her. That was a start, at least. “Heh. It's not like I've done much, if I'm being honest. Miss Naoki’s been doing all the hard work - I'm just… well. Doing what I’ve always done, you know? You’re the ambitious one, b-between the two of us.”
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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 Dec 22, 2023 18:45:16 GMT -5
"Don't sell yourself short Cil. Bussssiness is a two-way path. Idalia knows you're just as happy to have this place as I am to have my eatery. I'm sure people will be wanting a custom-made item using the finest Arna silk." She lets go of the poor moth kind and takes a good look around. The place has a comforting feel. The shop doesn't feel intimidating like some of those big city tailors she's seen during her pilgrimages. The soft lighting yields an inviting atmosphere and Cil's gentle nature adds a soothing aspect to the store.
"You're going to do great here. We both are." She gently touches a spool of fabric. "If you like I can bring you animal fur from things I hunt. No one likes to eat fur." Idalia also doesn't like to eat fur. Most of the time Idalia likes to ensure she's sticking to her vegetarian diet but every so often she eats something from an animal to improve her cooking. Animal fur was one that she ranked not low on the yummy scale. It did, however, rank quite high in the gets stuck in your teeth scale.
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