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 Apr 4, 2024 22:23:37 GMT -5
Listening, Lady Naoki nods. “Ah, I see. I enjoy a nice fruit-based beverage as well. Often, I’ll have some wine with a nice meal, or whiskey if I’m Drinking. But so long as it goes down fairly smoothly, I’m flexible.” A dismissive wave of her hand suggests Lady Naoki isn’t especially particular by her own standards, but the way she waves it suggests she’s probably quite particular by the standards of your average barfly. As Empress, she drank the finest in the world, and among that selection, she was not very picky.
Reaching the entrance of The Buzzed Bee, Naoki throws it wide and bids Idalia enter with a wave of her arm.
“Lugruk!” Lady Naoki’s voice booms unnaturally across the din. “A fresh face,” she calls, “— a sprout, if you will!” she adds, remembering the vernacular he used on another occasion.
The Lady of the City having announced her presence thusly, the bar settles down a bit. Eyes wander, as they do, and a sweeping hand motion clears a path from the door to the bar. Seats open up of their own accord, and Lady Naoki leads Idalia over. After making sure Idalia is sat, Naoki sits herself.
“Lugruk, this is Idalia — as fine a cook as you’ll meet. Idalia, this is Lugruk. A… passable bartender, I suppose.” Shrugging slightly, she smirks. A jest.
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"Blanco" Loyola
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Age: 35
Appearance: "Blanco" is a giant of a man, built like a heavily scarred 7' brick shithouse. His blonde hair is shaved on the sides of his scalp but kept flowing on top. His stony face is covered in scars and blonde muttonchops, with his pale blue eyes staring down anyone in his path. His body is covered in tattoos gained from a Rondon witch, often seen moving within their vignettes.
Equipment: Before the Cataclysm he was a small time pirate operating out of Rondon, using a small sloop named "The Manticore" to scavenge sunken ships. The sloop helped carry him away when the world flooded and got him a job with the other survivors at New Isra as a fisherman.
He carries three jambiyas on his person and has access to several harpoons on his ship. He has a few pieces of jewelry: a heavy metal bracelet made of iron, a beaded necklace, and several earrings. His left hand is covered in a canvas glove held together by leather belts, while most of his torso is bare. His lower half is covered in brown woolen pants, a sash of purple silk, canvas shoes also held together by leather belts, leather knee guards, and cotton cloth skirting.
Skills and Abilities: "Blanco" is a decent enough fisherman, though he had become a pirate to escape that life. When he was a youth he learned how to dive for long periods at a time to gather pearls and sunken treasures. Since then he has learned how to brawl, knife fight, be surprisingly quiet given his size, and slip under the noses of authorities to deliver "liberated" goods. His tattoos can potentially see the future, if viewed by the correct person, while the tattoed eyes on the back of his head allow him to see behind him.
Biography: "Blanco" was born the poor son of a fisherman and pearl diver in the Kingdom of Rondon. Souring on the life quickly he took to scavenging shipwrecks in the delta before moving onto liberating items from ships docked.
Registered: Sept 23, 2023 14:44:32 GMT -5
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Post by "Blanco" Loyola on Apr 10, 2024 19:25:35 GMT -5
The hunched over form of the tall, wide sailor took over a good sized section of the bar and not just from his bulk. He had been told the previous day that his message had been successfully delivered, and that the now much paler guardsman and he were through. No more fine clothes taken from wrecks for his wife, no more extra ration cards falling into the large man's hands. Which did not bother him overmuch with the introduction of currency though his own stockpile was dwindling fast.
No matter he considered as he took a long swig of rotgut grog from his tankard. The extra rations had played their part to keep his prodigious size when most shrunk several sizes of clothing, making him an even more intimidating presence on the docks. And he could now recoup the loss in another way, feeling the chest laying in front of his feet. He had taken the precaution of chaining it to his belt to make sure no small fiends (he was told the polite term was goblin but they were demons nonetheless to him) wandered off with the treasure inside.
If there was even anything of value in there. That was always a possibility, but the humming he heard from his hidden compartment had quieted those concerns on his sail back to Port. It was wholly supernatural and evil, turning the tattoo of the mother holding a babe on his front into a skeleton holding a snake. It was worth something to only one person he knew: Grandma.
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Grandma
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 144
Age: Appears to be in her 80's
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Appearance: An elderly woman with a wiry frame who most notably possesses unnatural height, standing at well over seven feet tall even when hunched over her cane. Her hair is grayish-white and normally done up in a bun and her eyes are also gray in color. Her skin is very pale and has an almost grayish hue to it. Her nails are long, black, and sharpened at the tip.
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Equipment: She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others' spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish-colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for communication with others who own similar bracelets.
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Skills and Abilities: Skilled at knitting!
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Biography: While the details of Grandma's past are shrouded in mystery, since first meeting Naoki she has served essentially one role, that of advisor. While her titles have varied as Naoki moved up the social ladder of Isra, her continued support, and assistance she offered to Naoki have never wavered.
Even following the destruction of Isra, Grandma continues to follow and offer guidance to Lady Naoki as they attempt to rebuild from the wreckage.
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Allegiances: Naoki
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 19:51:53 GMT -5
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Post by Grandma on Apr 11, 2024 1:47:27 GMT -5
The door of the Buzzed Bee opened with a creak, the looming form of Grandma darkening the bar's entrance. Gripping the doorframe with a wizened hand, Grandma’s eyes swept across the room before lingering on the back of Blanco. The guard's description of the man was surprisingly accurate it seemed. She had expected his size to be an exaggeration, yet it seemed he was every bit the mountain of muscle he’d described. The crone’s gaze then wandered down from the chain on his belt to the chest at his feet.
Eyes narrowing slightly, Grandma licked her lips. Time to see what this was all about. Stepping inside the bar, Grandma shut the door behind her with a nonchalant push of her cane.
The all too familiar click click click of Grandma’s cane made her approach to Blanco anything but stealthy. Extending her gauntleted hand, Grandma effortlessly hefted one of the bar's chairs and carried it along with her. With an unceremonious thud, Grandma placed the chair to the side of Blanco before shoving a nearby barstool out of her way.
Briefly adjusting her cloak, Grandma took a seat in the chair with a sigh, crossing one leg over the other as she eyed Blanco. “Your Blanco, I presume? I’ve heard you have business with me.”
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"Blanco" Loyola
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Age: 35
Appearance: "Blanco" is a giant of a man, built like a heavily scarred 7' brick shithouse. His blonde hair is shaved on the sides of his scalp but kept flowing on top. His stony face is covered in scars and blonde muttonchops, with his pale blue eyes staring down anyone in his path. His body is covered in tattoos gained from a Rondon witch, often seen moving within their vignettes.
Equipment: Before the Cataclysm he was a small time pirate operating out of Rondon, using a small sloop named "The Manticore" to scavenge sunken ships. The sloop helped carry him away when the world flooded and got him a job with the other survivors at New Isra as a fisherman.
He carries three jambiyas on his person and has access to several harpoons on his ship. He has a few pieces of jewelry: a heavy metal bracelet made of iron, a beaded necklace, and several earrings. His left hand is covered in a canvas glove held together by leather belts, while most of his torso is bare. His lower half is covered in brown woolen pants, a sash of purple silk, canvas shoes also held together by leather belts, leather knee guards, and cotton cloth skirting.
Skills and Abilities: "Blanco" is a decent enough fisherman, though he had become a pirate to escape that life. When he was a youth he learned how to dive for long periods at a time to gather pearls and sunken treasures. Since then he has learned how to brawl, knife fight, be surprisingly quiet given his size, and slip under the noses of authorities to deliver "liberated" goods. His tattoos can potentially see the future, if viewed by the correct person, while the tattoed eyes on the back of his head allow him to see behind him.
Biography: "Blanco" was born the poor son of a fisherman and pearl diver in the Kingdom of Rondon. Souring on the life quickly he took to scavenging shipwrecks in the delta before moving onto liberating items from ships docked.
Registered: Sept 23, 2023 14:44:32 GMT -5
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Post by "Blanco" Loyola on Apr 12, 2024 20:39:38 GMT -5
The hinges, in well need of a good oiling, caused his vision to turn a blurred mass of shadows as his vision turned behind him. The tattooed eyes followed the bag of wrinkles- he meant elderly statesman of course- as she strode confidently across the room. Not that she was trying to hide her presence either. Good he reckoned, that meant she was serious as he was.
His vision swam back to the front as she sat next to him, and as he turned he was prepared to look down at her... only to meet her gaze near eye level at his. Years of practice at sneering at those smaller than him (which was the majority of the populace) would not quite affect the same. "Gods you're bigger in person," he grunted as he took another swig of his grog. Not in mocking jest, but his tone let her know he was at least generously impressed by that aspect of her. Who she served and was was another story altogether, but the Rondon pirate learned a long time ago that fortune countered all.
Reaching down to the chain he jingled it to add emphasis to his words, "Aye. Think this beaut' would be worthy for a Lady such as yourself." The sarcasm oozing off the Lady was not only because of disrespect. He knew the rumors surrounding the giantess and seeing as she was here proved in no small part.
"Ain't even opened it yet. So you can see the goods for themselves," he darted a quick glance around them to make sure no extra souls (and goblins of course) were listening in, "but not in public. I reserved a side room for inspection." Seeing a potential sneer coming from him not even knowing he was offering her he made an offhanded pointing to the tattoo of the skeleton suckling a serpent, "know it's genuine. For the right price."
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Grandma
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 144
Age: Appears to be in her 80's
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Appearance: An elderly woman with a wiry frame who most notably possesses unnatural height, standing at well over seven feet tall even when hunched over her cane. Her hair is grayish-white and normally done up in a bun and her eyes are also gray in color. Her skin is very pale and has an almost grayish hue to it. Her nails are long, black, and sharpened at the tip.
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Equipment: She wears a deep purple robe that has sleeves that extend far beyond her hands. Her hands are covered with fine gloves of black silk and she wears one ring on each, one having a purple stone set in it and the other a piece of onyx. Carrying an ornate cane of orellium, Grandma can use it to increase her magical channeling as well as assist in deflecting others' spells with it. The cane itself is black and covered in numerous ornate, but tiny runes. The cap on the cane is a purplish-colored gem. On her wrist is a silver bracelet with a ruby in it that Grandma uses for communication with others who own similar bracelets.
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Skills and Abilities: Skilled at knitting!
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Biography: While the details of Grandma's past are shrouded in mystery, since first meeting Naoki she has served essentially one role, that of advisor. While her titles have varied as Naoki moved up the social ladder of Isra, her continued support, and assistance she offered to Naoki have never wavered.
Even following the destruction of Isra, Grandma continues to follow and offer guidance to Lady Naoki as they attempt to rebuild from the wreckage.
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Allegiances: Naoki
Place of Residence: Port Argentium
Registered: Mar 16, 2021 19:51:53 GMT -5
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Post by Grandma on Apr 15, 2024 12:30:27 GMT -5
“I am a bit taller than those in Old Isra will remember me... Not that I think we’ve met back in the day of course.” Grandma gave a cursory inspection of Blanco before she shook her head. “Yes, I think I would remember you if we had.” There was a certain flippantness to the crone’s inspection. It was as if she was trying to remember if she’d ordered this same cut of steak years prior.
Placing her gauntleted hand on the bar, Grandma offered Blanco an altogether too friendly smile in response to his blatant sarcasm. “It could be worth a small fortune, or it could be altogether worthless. So here’s what we’ll do Mr. Blanco. We can go into your side room and I’ll have you open this chest for me. But before that, you have an important decision to make.”
Reaching into a deep coat pocket, Grandma pulled out a large leather sack. Tossing it upward, the bag jingled with the unmistakable clinking of coins. “There’s a small fortune worth of gold coins in this bag. Now, if you want to sell me the chest and leave, I will give you one-tenth of the coins in here. Or you can stay with me here and open it for me. I’ll then pay you what I deem the contents are worth. Which could range anywhere from nothing to this whole bag of coins. Your choice.” Glancing at the tattoo of a skeleton suckling a serpent, Grandma offered Blanco a raised eyebrow. “How does your strange taste in tattoos relate to this chest being a genuine artifact exactly.” Tapping one finger against the bar, Grandma then seemed to remember something. “Also, I’m curious how a man such as yourself came across such an artifact in the first place.”
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"Blanco" Loyola
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Age: 35
Appearance: "Blanco" is a giant of a man, built like a heavily scarred 7' brick shithouse. His blonde hair is shaved on the sides of his scalp but kept flowing on top. His stony face is covered in scars and blonde muttonchops, with his pale blue eyes staring down anyone in his path. His body is covered in tattoos gained from a Rondon witch, often seen moving within their vignettes.
Equipment: Before the Cataclysm he was a small time pirate operating out of Rondon, using a small sloop named "The Manticore" to scavenge sunken ships. The sloop helped carry him away when the world flooded and got him a job with the other survivors at New Isra as a fisherman.
He carries three jambiyas on his person and has access to several harpoons on his ship. He has a few pieces of jewelry: a heavy metal bracelet made of iron, a beaded necklace, and several earrings. His left hand is covered in a canvas glove held together by leather belts, while most of his torso is bare. His lower half is covered in brown woolen pants, a sash of purple silk, canvas shoes also held together by leather belts, leather knee guards, and cotton cloth skirting.
Skills and Abilities: "Blanco" is a decent enough fisherman, though he had become a pirate to escape that life. When he was a youth he learned how to dive for long periods at a time to gather pearls and sunken treasures. Since then he has learned how to brawl, knife fight, be surprisingly quiet given his size, and slip under the noses of authorities to deliver "liberated" goods. His tattoos can potentially see the future, if viewed by the correct person, while the tattoed eyes on the back of his head allow him to see behind him.
Biography: "Blanco" was born the poor son of a fisherman and pearl diver in the Kingdom of Rondon. Souring on the life quickly he took to scavenging shipwrecks in the delta before moving onto liberating items from ships docked.
Registered: Sept 23, 2023 14:44:32 GMT -5
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Post by "Blanco" Loyola on Apr 28, 2024 14:52:42 GMT -5
He took a sip- well a sip for him meant a good swig for the average person- of grog as she explained the offer that she was laying out on the table. Aye it was fair one he considered and very shrewd as well. He could only imagine the number of snake oil dealers and purveyors of voodoo dolls or shrunken heads that the elderly thing was offered by those who thought they were smarter than they had any reason to be. Just standing close to her set the wings on his arms flapping, usually reserved for warnings of a squall but this time of an eldritch variety.
He nodded, "Aye, aye that's fair enough. Besides I never found the key for the chest so I would rather open it with the client with me. So we can both see the state of the product."
Catching her drift he shifted his coat off his shoulders, letting it rest on his crooks of his arms as he turned his rather large bicep towards the chest. She would see at first the swallow wings beating furiously, but as soon as it crossed the plane of the edge of the chest it fizzled away. Bat-like wings replaced the swallows, torn and bloody. As he turned to face Grandma again she would see a mother nursing a child to again be replaced by the skeleton nursing the serpent as he shrugged back on his coat.
"Follow me if you would please," he nodded towards the door to the side room as he picked up the chest with one arm. Assuming she was in tow he started towards it.
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