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Lady Elizabeth Perceval
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Roleplay posts: 1

Age: 30
Appearance: Elizabeth has raven hair and enchanting purple eyes, accentuated by narrow features and pale skin. She takes immense pride in her personal appearance, regularly grooming herself.
Equipment: Elizabeth wears the remaining tatters of her wardrobe that was onboard her ship, Victory. Bedecked in white and black with innumerable stitches and tears, she has kept her necklace in an acceptable condition, one of the few momentos of the world left behind.

Skills and Abilities: Elizabeth was never martially inclined, preferring the finer arts of the arcane and mysticism. Spending her formative years with her nose in tomes and scrolls, and with financial backing, she blossomed into an adept magi.
Registered: Mar 21, 2021 21:14:35 GMT -5

The Victory Mar 23, 2021 19:10:18 GMT -5

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Post by Lady Elizabeth Perceval on Mar 23, 2021 19:10:18 GMT -5

Impenetrable mist blanketed the ship and surrounding area, has blanketed the ship and surrounding area. While light and dark were distinguishable, the passing of time was awkward and clumsy. Not only that, but disciplinary actions seemed to double by the hour as they drifted further and further from where they once called home.

Elizabeth looked through the window of her suite, reclining on the seat pushed against the bulkhead. Mist. All mist. As far as she could see, which wasn't very far. Ever since their departure she suffered from fatigue, something she hadn't normally experienced on land. Resigned to her suite, she could hardly muster the strength to sit up. But that was days ago, and as the Victory took them over the waves, she found the spirit entering her body once more. With the assistance of her husband, she could once again emerge from the stateroom, looking upon the crew before retiring again.

The Victory rocked over the waves, seawater splashing against the thick oak planks of the hull. She turned away from the window, facing her husband, Harold. Dramatically flopping her head onto the cushioned armrest she sighed, which turned into a drawn out groan. It seemed as if the ship creaked and groaned with her, the wood issuing protest as a larger wave broke against the hull.

"Darling, why don't we go to the deck? I'm feeling better, I could probably make it to the prow."

Lady Elizabeth Perceval, Admiral of the East Isran Trading Company

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Harold Perceval
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Roleplay posts: 1
Age: 46
Appearance:
Though an older man, Harold remains in peak physical condition. Standing at 6’1’’, he is strong, though of a thicker, stockier build. His long brown hair is streaked with grey, hanging down over his shoulders and parted lazily down the middle. His features are sharp and angular, with a full, well-kept bead covering his lower face. His eyes are a pale blue, and though often shrouded in a weary squint, they possess a certain youthful spark that has endeared him to many over the years.

Equipment:
- Nobleman's Rayment
- Polished Silver Crown
- Ornate Silver Sword
Skills and Abilities:
- Skilled Orator
- Competent Swordsman
- Adept Tactician
Biography:
A nobleman from Isra's countryside, Harold made his fortune as a trade magnate, importing and exporting exotic goods. It was during his work that he became involved with the East Isran Company and met his future wife, Elizabeth. With their increasing involvement came Harold's increasing participation in the East Isran Company, something solidified with their marriage some years later.
Allegiances: East Isran Company
Registered: Mar 23, 2021 17:32:51 GMT -5

The Victory Mar 24, 2021 13:00:01 GMT -5

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Post by Harold Perceval on Mar 24, 2021 13:00:01 GMT -5

"You should rest more, but I know there's no point in arguing with you about it," Harold sighed, shaking his head. He pushed himself up from his chair and stretched, slipping a red overcoat on over his tunic. A few steps and he was standing next to Elizabeth, reaching down a hand for her to take. "C'mon."

As the two made their way out onto the deck, Harold scowled. He hated the sea, and he hated ships more. He'd never told Elizabeth that, of course, but nonetheless had felt nauseous for days on end, though a part of him suspected there was more to his sickness than the sea. Still, less nauseous than her, he supposed. He hooked an arm around her lower back to keep his wife steady as they made their way down onto the main deck. Had her wits been about her, Elizabeth doubtless would have expected some level of excitement or relief among the crew at seeing their admiral, but Harold could tell they were all as beleaguered as she was. Months had felt like an eternity on the sea; no one wanted to be here anymore.

He continued to guide her up towards the prow, doing his best to ignore the cold ocean spray that wreathed the deck and made him second-guess his footing. They stopped at the railing by the bowsprit, just above the Victory's proud figurehead. He let Elizabeth rest her weight against the painted banister, but his arm stayed tight around her waist for his benefit as much as their mutual appreciation of closeness. Harold squinted and looked out into the mist. He shook his head before looking over at Elizabeth.

"What do your eagle eyes see out there that mine can't?"

Last Edit: Mar 24, 2021 14:32:59 GMT -5 by Harold Perceval

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