Saela Elannore
Established
Indebted to the local lecher
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 23
Appearance: Saela is an elf with a dark brownish red wavy hair that has two large cowlicks and the rest combed back barely extending past the nape of her neck. Her eyes are a sapphire blue that sparkle in the twilight and torchlight.
She stands a head smaller than the average person, with an overall skinny silhouette. Despite that she is somewhat curvaceous, despite her looks not being her main priority. She does at least like to keep herself presentable.
Saela wears a white dress shirt that is has green stripes flowing down and a green collar. Over that she wears a black linen vest and a red tie. Her legs are covered in black tailored dress pants. She also wears pointed black leather dress shoes.
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Equipment: She carries a large leather bag over her shoulders with two sets of clothes, a more casual
two-part green dress with the top having black floral patterns and the bottom being just black. The dress extends down to her knees. The other set are comfortable cotton bottom and top that she wears for pajamas. She also carries a set of sandals and boots in the bag separated by a rough linen bag to keep the other clothes neat.
In a second compartment of the bag lies Saela's treasure, her favorite novel. If she had known that she was going to end up here, she would have brought another few books.
The novel is called "Mysteries of the Man made from Fire" and it is a fictional tale of a wanderer in her world that was born from fire. His being flame incarnate. The protagonist in that book was this mysterious man that was extremely reliable and witty, often winning the hearts of ladies he came across. Nonetheless, quite a trope heavy and cheesy novel that was fit for a young adult audience, although some sections of the book pushed that with the immense flirting.
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Skills and Abilities: Saela Elannore is not the most skillful, and she has really no magic. However, what she does have is an accurate memory and the love for books. It has always been her dream to be a librarian that is surrounded by books and other novels.
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Biography: Saela came from a rich family in her homeland, often trying to hold herself to that etiquette that she was taught from an early age. She is a major bookworm and will often not drop a book once she starts reading, often lost in her own world.
Allegiances: Books
Registered: Apr 29, 2021 22:09:20 GMT -5
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Post by Saela Elannore on Jun 6, 2021 20:27:53 GMT -5
Saela put her bookmark into the novel and looked at Cal. For a moment she was lost for words, but then she remembered the other book. Saela grabbed the dusty brown book and exclaimed, "I read twenty pages from this book! I just wanted to finished the chapter I was in first before reading the rest of it."
Saela soon realized her overtly relaxed position and straightens herself in his chair. She placed both books down on the desk and strut over to Cal, "I could use some sustenance. It isn't the most tempting meal, but I prefer to not starve, so I can read more books."
She relaxed her hands behind her and leaned forward. The top of her dress hung straight down, revealing a tight green cloth wrapped around her chest underneath it. The lady smiled, "With all due respects my dear rescuer, how much do you know of the etiquette of the upper classes? I ask out of curiosity, back home my father acquainted me with a few social circles, and made sure my friends were from the most respectful families. At the age of twenty he tried to marry me off five times before giving up... I may have been too focused on my books... as my mother would have put it."
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Calypso Caliban
Committed
Calypso "Mother Fucking" Caliban
Roleplay posts: 62 
Age: 34
Appearance: There is no other way to describe Calypso Caliban than man. For starters, his shoulders are broad. Massively broad. The man might be as wide as two of a smaller man, if not, he would only be a few inches under that. On top of that, he is made of muscles. Good solid, working man muscle, not the kind you see on vain bodybuilders but the kind that is so built up and solidly packed that he might look a bit heavy wearing normal clothes.
Normal clothes aren't normally on the menu. The man enjoys dressing to show off, which means a lot of light silk shirts. Which he rarely buttons up, showing off a thick forest of chest hair over the previously mentioned muscle. A pair of comfortable shorts show that the hair is a whole-body affair and that he most certainly did not skip leg day. Nor did he seem to skip any visible part of him while tanning since his skin is tanned perfectly bronze.
Of course, the man’s facial features lived up to the rest of him. Cal’s hair? Amazing, so thick it looked like you could break a comb in it, jet black, and cut short and styled perfectly. It matched his full beard, which is well-groomed and oiled flawlessly. His jawline is hidden under the beard but there can be no doubt that it is square and perfectly chiselled. High cheekbones gave him a smile that could win over the most hardened heart, yet a low brow added just a touch of menace.
The closest thing to a flaw is his nose, which is just a bit crooked. Looking as though it had been broken and reset less than perfectly sometime in the past. Yet, behind it was a pair of almost electric azure-coloured orbs that somehow made even that slight flaw just add to his rugged charms.
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Equipment: Calypso has his cutlass and some rum, not a whole lot else.
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Skills and Abilities: Calypso is quite a talented individual. Naturally, his career as a pirate gives him all the skills of a sailor. He knows how to tie knots, read the wind, navigate by the stars, swim, and run a ship.
But beyond that, he is a bit of an explorer and a rogue. He is good at sleight of hand, navigating jungles and other wild environments, climbing various surfaces, sneak about unseen, tracking, and many other useful survival tactics.
Finally, on top of all that, he is, or was, an extremely potent Weather Mage. Since passing through the mists he has found most of his quick and dirty magic to be far too taxing to actually perform. However, the more involved ritual magic he uses to change the weather still seems to work. Though these rituals take, at bare minimum, an hour to perform. The bigger the change he is trying to create the longer it takes and it certainly doesn't have much practical application in combat. But he has his fists and sword for that.
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Biography: Calypso's past is vague and uncertain, mostly because he would never give a straight answer to such a question. He was the captain of a Pirate ship, The Free Ship Mistrunner. However, that was lost in the mists and he was set adrift.
His personality is eccentric, to put it mildly. He is indolent, amorous, gregarious, and self-assured. He moves to the beat of his own drum and acts as though everything that happens is part of some grand plan or design he's put into place. People tend to find him either endearingly odd or infuriatingly annoying, largely depending on their tolerance for a man who does whatever he wants whenever the mood strikes him.
Allegiances: Himself
Place of Residence: Undeclared
Registered: Jun 2, 2021 11:16:49 GMT -5
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Post by Calypso Caliban on Jun 6, 2021 20:40:40 GMT -5
"My dear Saela, you seem to have a singular focus that is quite endearing," Cal says with a light chuckle. Just how a bookworm wound up stranded in a rowboat in the middle of an inland sea was quite the mystery by his reckoning.
"I do feel like I should inform you that this will be your one free meal." The big man says holding up a hand before she asks her next question. "You'll have to start pitching in since supplies are limited and if we want to survive we will need to hunt, forage, and hopefully find other people. So don't get too used to spending hours reading while I am working."
With that, she was clear to ask her own question which he considers with a stroke of his chin. "I know as much as I need to know at any given moment of upper-class etiquette." Which was a delightfully ambiguous answer now wasn't it? Did that mean he knew all of it? Or none of it? Or, quite possibly, he knew all of it but would only use it when it suite his fancy.
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Saela Elannore
Established
Indebted to the local lecher
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 23
Appearance: Saela is an elf with a dark brownish red wavy hair that has two large cowlicks and the rest combed back barely extending past the nape of her neck. Her eyes are a sapphire blue that sparkle in the twilight and torchlight.
She stands a head smaller than the average person, with an overall skinny silhouette. Despite that she is somewhat curvaceous, despite her looks not being her main priority. She does at least like to keep herself presentable.
Saela wears a white dress shirt that is has green stripes flowing down and a green collar. Over that she wears a black linen vest and a red tie. Her legs are covered in black tailored dress pants. She also wears pointed black leather dress shoes.
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Equipment: She carries a large leather bag over her shoulders with two sets of clothes, a more casual
two-part green dress with the top having black floral patterns and the bottom being just black. The dress extends down to her knees. The other set are comfortable cotton bottom and top that she wears for pajamas. She also carries a set of sandals and boots in the bag separated by a rough linen bag to keep the other clothes neat.
In a second compartment of the bag lies Saela's treasure, her favorite novel. If she had known that she was going to end up here, she would have brought another few books.
The novel is called "Mysteries of the Man made from Fire" and it is a fictional tale of a wanderer in her world that was born from fire. His being flame incarnate. The protagonist in that book was this mysterious man that was extremely reliable and witty, often winning the hearts of ladies he came across. Nonetheless, quite a trope heavy and cheesy novel that was fit for a young adult audience, although some sections of the book pushed that with the immense flirting.
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Skills and Abilities: Saela Elannore is not the most skillful, and she has really no magic. However, what she does have is an accurate memory and the love for books. It has always been her dream to be a librarian that is surrounded by books and other novels.
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Biography: Saela came from a rich family in her homeland, often trying to hold herself to that etiquette that she was taught from an early age. She is a major bookworm and will often not drop a book once she starts reading, often lost in her own world.
Allegiances: Books
Registered: Apr 29, 2021 22:09:20 GMT -5
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Post by Saela Elannore on Jun 6, 2021 21:26:42 GMT -5
Saela straightened herself and looked over at Cal, her eyes playfully pleading. "If that is the case, Cal, will you escort me to our dinner? It would be extremely polite of you and perhaps would ease this bookworm's heart."
She smiled and extended her hand to him, "I don't know how long I will be stranded here, but I at least want to keep the practices that I know from my home. Wouldn't you want to bring a bit a hope wherever you went?"
Saela paused for a moment, "My full name is Saela Elannore, of the house Elannore. My father was a low ranking member of the royals, and as such was desperate to get me into a higher ranking home... Guess I failed him... Sorry if I'm slow at working, I can't say I was exactly taught how. The ladies of my house were never expected to do any of the labor, so I'll likely have difficulty at first."
She went quiet for a bit and reminisced about her old life, the books she read and her friends. There was something freeing about this place, but it also made her feel lonely. She missed those she left behind and was now just with this stranger who called himself 'Fucker.'
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Calypso Caliban
Committed
Calypso "Mother Fucking" Caliban
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: 34
Appearance: There is no other way to describe Calypso Caliban than man. For starters, his shoulders are broad. Massively broad. The man might be as wide as two of a smaller man, if not, he would only be a few inches under that. On top of that, he is made of muscles. Good solid, working man muscle, not the kind you see on vain bodybuilders but the kind that is so built up and solidly packed that he might look a bit heavy wearing normal clothes.
Normal clothes aren't normally on the menu. The man enjoys dressing to show off, which means a lot of light silk shirts. Which he rarely buttons up, showing off a thick forest of chest hair over the previously mentioned muscle. A pair of comfortable shorts show that the hair is a whole-body affair and that he most certainly did not skip leg day. Nor did he seem to skip any visible part of him while tanning since his skin is tanned perfectly bronze.
Of course, the man’s facial features lived up to the rest of him. Cal’s hair? Amazing, so thick it looked like you could break a comb in it, jet black, and cut short and styled perfectly. It matched his full beard, which is well-groomed and oiled flawlessly. His jawline is hidden under the beard but there can be no doubt that it is square and perfectly chiselled. High cheekbones gave him a smile that could win over the most hardened heart, yet a low brow added just a touch of menace.
The closest thing to a flaw is his nose, which is just a bit crooked. Looking as though it had been broken and reset less than perfectly sometime in the past. Yet, behind it was a pair of almost electric azure-coloured orbs that somehow made even that slight flaw just add to his rugged charms.
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Equipment: Calypso has his cutlass and some rum, not a whole lot else.
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Skills and Abilities: Calypso is quite a talented individual. Naturally, his career as a pirate gives him all the skills of a sailor. He knows how to tie knots, read the wind, navigate by the stars, swim, and run a ship.
But beyond that, he is a bit of an explorer and a rogue. He is good at sleight of hand, navigating jungles and other wild environments, climbing various surfaces, sneak about unseen, tracking, and many other useful survival tactics.
Finally, on top of all that, he is, or was, an extremely potent Weather Mage. Since passing through the mists he has found most of his quick and dirty magic to be far too taxing to actually perform. However, the more involved ritual magic he uses to change the weather still seems to work. Though these rituals take, at bare minimum, an hour to perform. The bigger the change he is trying to create the longer it takes and it certainly doesn't have much practical application in combat. But he has his fists and sword for that.
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Biography: Calypso's past is vague and uncertain, mostly because he would never give a straight answer to such a question. He was the captain of a Pirate ship, The Free Ship Mistrunner. However, that was lost in the mists and he was set adrift.
His personality is eccentric, to put it mildly. He is indolent, amorous, gregarious, and self-assured. He moves to the beat of his own drum and acts as though everything that happens is part of some grand plan or design he's put into place. People tend to find him either endearingly odd or infuriatingly annoying, largely depending on their tolerance for a man who does whatever he wants whenever the mood strikes him.
Allegiances: Himself
Place of Residence: Undeclared
Registered: Jun 2, 2021 11:16:49 GMT -5
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Post by Calypso Caliban on Jun 6, 2021 21:36:17 GMT -5
"Of course Lady Elannore it would be my pleasure."
Cal gives her a courtly bow and offers up his arm as easily as you would like. It appeared that it had indeed been the latter of the options, he was more than capable of having some semblance of courtly manners. Though just why that might be so was anyone's guess.
"I have no idea how long we will be stranded here either."
The man says as he leads the way from the cabin into the galley where the small table was set for two. The entire escort being barely more than a dozen feet considering the small size of the pleasure yacht.
"And I suppose if you aren't used to working I'll have to teach you what I can. I have yet to see any signs of substantial civilization but I did see some smoke on the horizon. I am starting to think that we aren't the only ones who had an odd experience with some mist."
He goes so far so to pull out her chair for her and he settles down across from her popping a cork from a bottle of wine and pouring himself a glass. Offering her some if she is so inclined before he comes to a seat to enjoy the filling, if bland, meal.
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Saela Elannore
Established
Indebted to the local lecher
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 23
Appearance: Saela is an elf with a dark brownish red wavy hair that has two large cowlicks and the rest combed back barely extending past the nape of her neck. Her eyes are a sapphire blue that sparkle in the twilight and torchlight.
She stands a head smaller than the average person, with an overall skinny silhouette. Despite that she is somewhat curvaceous, despite her looks not being her main priority. She does at least like to keep herself presentable.
Saela wears a white dress shirt that is has green stripes flowing down and a green collar. Over that she wears a black linen vest and a red tie. Her legs are covered in black tailored dress pants. She also wears pointed black leather dress shoes.
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Equipment: She carries a large leather bag over her shoulders with two sets of clothes, a more casual
two-part green dress with the top having black floral patterns and the bottom being just black. The dress extends down to her knees. The other set are comfortable cotton bottom and top that she wears for pajamas. She also carries a set of sandals and boots in the bag separated by a rough linen bag to keep the other clothes neat.
In a second compartment of the bag lies Saela's treasure, her favorite novel. If she had known that she was going to end up here, she would have brought another few books.
The novel is called "Mysteries of the Man made from Fire" and it is a fictional tale of a wanderer in her world that was born from fire. His being flame incarnate. The protagonist in that book was this mysterious man that was extremely reliable and witty, often winning the hearts of ladies he came across. Nonetheless, quite a trope heavy and cheesy novel that was fit for a young adult audience, although some sections of the book pushed that with the immense flirting.
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Skills and Abilities: Saela Elannore is not the most skillful, and she has really no magic. However, what she does have is an accurate memory and the love for books. It has always been her dream to be a librarian that is surrounded by books and other novels.
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Biography: Saela came from a rich family in her homeland, often trying to hold herself to that etiquette that she was taught from an early age. She is a major bookworm and will often not drop a book once she starts reading, often lost in her own world.
Allegiances: Books
Registered: Apr 29, 2021 22:09:20 GMT -5
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Post by Saela Elannore on Jun 6, 2021 21:53:52 GMT -5
Saela smiled as she took his arm, her senses tingling when she felt how muscled it was. She commented about the smoke, "I do hope that they are in a better situation than us. Could you imagine if we ended up in a place where there was no civilization?"
Saela sits down and accepts the glass of wine, although the only other times she had drunk wine was at a few weddings she attended, the latest would have been a year ago. She remembered her mother's cautionary tales on wine and what it could do to a lady. Saela sipped the drink and smiled.
She kept her face as uplifted as she could, the time she spent in the social circles of her home, taught her how to hide her emotions. She commented, "If we do find others, what will we do? We could try to help them, but that might mean leaving behind your yacht, which I doubt you would. Perhaps you might bring them along, perhaps you might leave me with them. I can see a whole host of ideas that could happen."
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Calypso Caliban
Committed
Calypso "Mother Fucking" Caliban
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: 34
Appearance: There is no other way to describe Calypso Caliban than man. For starters, his shoulders are broad. Massively broad. The man might be as wide as two of a smaller man, if not, he would only be a few inches under that. On top of that, he is made of muscles. Good solid, working man muscle, not the kind you see on vain bodybuilders but the kind that is so built up and solidly packed that he might look a bit heavy wearing normal clothes.
Normal clothes aren't normally on the menu. The man enjoys dressing to show off, which means a lot of light silk shirts. Which he rarely buttons up, showing off a thick forest of chest hair over the previously mentioned muscle. A pair of comfortable shorts show that the hair is a whole-body affair and that he most certainly did not skip leg day. Nor did he seem to skip any visible part of him while tanning since his skin is tanned perfectly bronze.
Of course, the man’s facial features lived up to the rest of him. Cal’s hair? Amazing, so thick it looked like you could break a comb in it, jet black, and cut short and styled perfectly. It matched his full beard, which is well-groomed and oiled flawlessly. His jawline is hidden under the beard but there can be no doubt that it is square and perfectly chiselled. High cheekbones gave him a smile that could win over the most hardened heart, yet a low brow added just a touch of menace.
The closest thing to a flaw is his nose, which is just a bit crooked. Looking as though it had been broken and reset less than perfectly sometime in the past. Yet, behind it was a pair of almost electric azure-coloured orbs that somehow made even that slight flaw just add to his rugged charms.
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Equipment: Calypso has his cutlass and some rum, not a whole lot else.
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Skills and Abilities: Calypso is quite a talented individual. Naturally, his career as a pirate gives him all the skills of a sailor. He knows how to tie knots, read the wind, navigate by the stars, swim, and run a ship.
But beyond that, he is a bit of an explorer and a rogue. He is good at sleight of hand, navigating jungles and other wild environments, climbing various surfaces, sneak about unseen, tracking, and many other useful survival tactics.
Finally, on top of all that, he is, or was, an extremely potent Weather Mage. Since passing through the mists he has found most of his quick and dirty magic to be far too taxing to actually perform. However, the more involved ritual magic he uses to change the weather still seems to work. Though these rituals take, at bare minimum, an hour to perform. The bigger the change he is trying to create the longer it takes and it certainly doesn't have much practical application in combat. But he has his fists and sword for that.
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Biography: Calypso's past is vague and uncertain, mostly because he would never give a straight answer to such a question. He was the captain of a Pirate ship, The Free Ship Mistrunner. However, that was lost in the mists and he was set adrift.
His personality is eccentric, to put it mildly. He is indolent, amorous, gregarious, and self-assured. He moves to the beat of his own drum and acts as though everything that happens is part of some grand plan or design he's put into place. People tend to find him either endearingly odd or infuriatingly annoying, largely depending on their tolerance for a man who does whatever he wants whenever the mood strikes him.
Allegiances: Himself
Place of Residence: Undeclared
Registered: Jun 2, 2021 11:16:49 GMT -5
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Post by Calypso Caliban on Jun 7, 2021 17:11:08 GMT -5
"It is entirely possible that we have. Or at least, no civilization at the level we are used to." Cal says with a shrug not particularly bothered by this notion. "I haven't seen any evidence of a sizable port and there have been a few places I passed that would be prime for it. The largest one I spied on my way to this island looked to have just started construction."
Of course, this was rather bad news from the whole returning home perspective. For Cal though, he was mostly excited. A new land meant new things to discover. While he enjoyed luxury he also craved stimulation. Which were sometimes rather conflicting wants.
"Assuming we find others I think we figure out what comes next based on their disposition." He drawls out as he sips at his own wine musing over her statements and shrugging. "I certainly have no plans on giving up my ship, beyond it being rather comfortable to live on I prefer being at sea to confine to land. What you wind up doing will naturally be your choice." He wasn't about to tell her how to live her life, well unless she stuck around in which case he would treat her like crew in so far as keeping her busy was concerned.
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Saela Elannore
Established
Indebted to the local lecher
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 23
Appearance: Saela is an elf with a dark brownish red wavy hair that has two large cowlicks and the rest combed back barely extending past the nape of her neck. Her eyes are a sapphire blue that sparkle in the twilight and torchlight.
She stands a head smaller than the average person, with an overall skinny silhouette. Despite that she is somewhat curvaceous, despite her looks not being her main priority. She does at least like to keep herself presentable.
Saela wears a white dress shirt that is has green stripes flowing down and a green collar. Over that she wears a black linen vest and a red tie. Her legs are covered in black tailored dress pants. She also wears pointed black leather dress shoes.
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Equipment: She carries a large leather bag over her shoulders with two sets of clothes, a more casual
two-part green dress with the top having black floral patterns and the bottom being just black. The dress extends down to her knees. The other set are comfortable cotton bottom and top that she wears for pajamas. She also carries a set of sandals and boots in the bag separated by a rough linen bag to keep the other clothes neat.
In a second compartment of the bag lies Saela's treasure, her favorite novel. If she had known that she was going to end up here, she would have brought another few books.
The novel is called "Mysteries of the Man made from Fire" and it is a fictional tale of a wanderer in her world that was born from fire. His being flame incarnate. The protagonist in that book was this mysterious man that was extremely reliable and witty, often winning the hearts of ladies he came across. Nonetheless, quite a trope heavy and cheesy novel that was fit for a young adult audience, although some sections of the book pushed that with the immense flirting.
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Skills and Abilities: Saela Elannore is not the most skillful, and she has really no magic. However, what she does have is an accurate memory and the love for books. It has always been her dream to be a librarian that is surrounded by books and other novels.
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Biography: Saela came from a rich family in her homeland, often trying to hold herself to that etiquette that she was taught from an early age. She is a major bookworm and will often not drop a book once she starts reading, often lost in her own world.
Allegiances: Books
Registered: Apr 29, 2021 22:09:20 GMT -5
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Post by Saela Elannore on Jun 7, 2021 22:29:54 GMT -5
Saela frowned at the thought of no civilization. It also meant no books, and that was her bane. She says aloud, "I do at least that they have at least some form of book."
Saela perked up at the sound of a placed that had started construction. She noted and commented, "If such a place exists, then should we set out for it? It might do us some good to meet these neighbors of ours."
Her eyes dimmed at the thought of losing her old collection back home. She used to pile books on the floor because she ran out of room on her bookcases, it was paradise and she had intended to read them all. Saela ate some of the stew and sipped the wine some more. She noted that the wine that Cal had was stronger than any she was used to back home. Perhaps she should be more careful with it. Saela's eyes drift for a moment as she gazes at Cal for a moment, "Mmmm, the boat at least has a roof and books."
She took another spoonful from the stew and a sip of the wine. The elf's ears seemed a tiniest redder than before and Saela took another sip of the wine. She had three more spoonful's of the stew, before leaning back in the chair and losing all composure. Her cheeks were red.
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Calypso Caliban
Committed
Calypso "Mother Fucking" Caliban
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: 34
Appearance: There is no other way to describe Calypso Caliban than man. For starters, his shoulders are broad. Massively broad. The man might be as wide as two of a smaller man, if not, he would only be a few inches under that. On top of that, he is made of muscles. Good solid, working man muscle, not the kind you see on vain bodybuilders but the kind that is so built up and solidly packed that he might look a bit heavy wearing normal clothes.
Normal clothes aren't normally on the menu. The man enjoys dressing to show off, which means a lot of light silk shirts. Which he rarely buttons up, showing off a thick forest of chest hair over the previously mentioned muscle. A pair of comfortable shorts show that the hair is a whole-body affair and that he most certainly did not skip leg day. Nor did he seem to skip any visible part of him while tanning since his skin is tanned perfectly bronze.
Of course, the man’s facial features lived up to the rest of him. Cal’s hair? Amazing, so thick it looked like you could break a comb in it, jet black, and cut short and styled perfectly. It matched his full beard, which is well-groomed and oiled flawlessly. His jawline is hidden under the beard but there can be no doubt that it is square and perfectly chiselled. High cheekbones gave him a smile that could win over the most hardened heart, yet a low brow added just a touch of menace.
The closest thing to a flaw is his nose, which is just a bit crooked. Looking as though it had been broken and reset less than perfectly sometime in the past. Yet, behind it was a pair of almost electric azure-coloured orbs that somehow made even that slight flaw just add to his rugged charms.
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Equipment: Calypso has his cutlass and some rum, not a whole lot else.
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Skills and Abilities: Calypso is quite a talented individual. Naturally, his career as a pirate gives him all the skills of a sailor. He knows how to tie knots, read the wind, navigate by the stars, swim, and run a ship.
But beyond that, he is a bit of an explorer and a rogue. He is good at sleight of hand, navigating jungles and other wild environments, climbing various surfaces, sneak about unseen, tracking, and many other useful survival tactics.
Finally, on top of all that, he is, or was, an extremely potent Weather Mage. Since passing through the mists he has found most of his quick and dirty magic to be far too taxing to actually perform. However, the more involved ritual magic he uses to change the weather still seems to work. Though these rituals take, at bare minimum, an hour to perform. The bigger the change he is trying to create the longer it takes and it certainly doesn't have much practical application in combat. But he has his fists and sword for that.
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Biography: Calypso's past is vague and uncertain, mostly because he would never give a straight answer to such a question. He was the captain of a Pirate ship, The Free Ship Mistrunner. However, that was lost in the mists and he was set adrift.
His personality is eccentric, to put it mildly. He is indolent, amorous, gregarious, and self-assured. He moves to the beat of his own drum and acts as though everything that happens is part of some grand plan or design he's put into place. People tend to find him either endearingly odd or infuriatingly annoying, largely depending on their tolerance for a man who does whatever he wants whenever the mood strikes him.
Allegiances: Himself
Place of Residence: Undeclared
Registered: Jun 2, 2021 11:16:49 GMT -5
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Post by Calypso Caliban on Jun 8, 2021 19:35:13 GMT -5
"Depends on how long they've been here I would imagine." If everyone was a refugee from a drowning world as he was, then it was doubtful that they would have a paper mill yet. Those would be quite low on the list of priorities since it wasn't really necessary to living. Though he got the distinct sense that if he said that his companion would stridently disagree.
"And yes, we should certainly go say hello. Tomorrow, seeing as it is almost sundown and I don't know about you but I am disinclined to try and traverse unfamiliar territory in the dark." Taking another sip of the wine he wonders if he should save it. It was a really good Gaulish red and there was a chance he wouldn't get to enjoy a drink like it again... ever. Hrmmm, no better to drink it now then. Might as well get the inevitable out of the way instead of agonizing when to drink the last few drops.
The girl was red cheeked and red eared, slumping in her chair like she was having trouble getting her bones to remain solid. "By the sea birdie." The man drawls with a sharp snort of amusement. "Are you drunk already? You've barely had half a glass of red." The girl wasn't just a lightweight, she was a featherweight.
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Saela Elannore
Established
Indebted to the local lecher
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 23
Appearance: Saela is an elf with a dark brownish red wavy hair that has two large cowlicks and the rest combed back barely extending past the nape of her neck. Her eyes are a sapphire blue that sparkle in the twilight and torchlight.
She stands a head smaller than the average person, with an overall skinny silhouette. Despite that she is somewhat curvaceous, despite her looks not being her main priority. She does at least like to keep herself presentable.
Saela wears a white dress shirt that is has green stripes flowing down and a green collar. Over that she wears a black linen vest and a red tie. Her legs are covered in black tailored dress pants. She also wears pointed black leather dress shoes.
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Equipment: She carries a large leather bag over her shoulders with two sets of clothes, a more casual
two-part green dress with the top having black floral patterns and the bottom being just black. The dress extends down to her knees. The other set are comfortable cotton bottom and top that she wears for pajamas. She also carries a set of sandals and boots in the bag separated by a rough linen bag to keep the other clothes neat.
In a second compartment of the bag lies Saela's treasure, her favorite novel. If she had known that she was going to end up here, she would have brought another few books.
The novel is called "Mysteries of the Man made from Fire" and it is a fictional tale of a wanderer in her world that was born from fire. His being flame incarnate. The protagonist in that book was this mysterious man that was extremely reliable and witty, often winning the hearts of ladies he came across. Nonetheless, quite a trope heavy and cheesy novel that was fit for a young adult audience, although some sections of the book pushed that with the immense flirting.
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Skills and Abilities: Saela Elannore is not the most skillful, and she has really no magic. However, what she does have is an accurate memory and the love for books. It has always been her dream to be a librarian that is surrounded by books and other novels.
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Biography: Saela came from a rich family in her homeland, often trying to hold herself to that etiquette that she was taught from an early age. She is a major bookworm and will often not drop a book once she starts reading, often lost in her own world.
Allegiances: Books
Registered: Apr 29, 2021 22:09:20 GMT -5
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Post by Saela Elannore on Jun 8, 2021 20:56:10 GMT -5
Saela eyed him cheekily and retorted, "I'm not drunk! You're drunk!"
She leaned forward, resting her chin on her table, underneath both hands, "So mister from the seas, when you rescued me, what was your plan? Seduce me? I imagine with any other lady that was- would be easier..."
Saela grinned silly and looked at Cal's chest for a brief moment and waved her left and in his general direction, making quite an unusual 'bbbpppp' sound from her mouth. She spoke slowly to make it easier for herself, "Fine, you caught me staring."
She giggled nonsensically and her face fell onto the table. She turned her head to the side and sighed.
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Calypso Caliban
Committed
Calypso "Mother Fucking" Caliban
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: 34
Appearance: There is no other way to describe Calypso Caliban than man. For starters, his shoulders are broad. Massively broad. The man might be as wide as two of a smaller man, if not, he would only be a few inches under that. On top of that, he is made of muscles. Good solid, working man muscle, not the kind you see on vain bodybuilders but the kind that is so built up and solidly packed that he might look a bit heavy wearing normal clothes.
Normal clothes aren't normally on the menu. The man enjoys dressing to show off, which means a lot of light silk shirts. Which he rarely buttons up, showing off a thick forest of chest hair over the previously mentioned muscle. A pair of comfortable shorts show that the hair is a whole-body affair and that he most certainly did not skip leg day. Nor did he seem to skip any visible part of him while tanning since his skin is tanned perfectly bronze.
Of course, the man’s facial features lived up to the rest of him. Cal’s hair? Amazing, so thick it looked like you could break a comb in it, jet black, and cut short and styled perfectly. It matched his full beard, which is well-groomed and oiled flawlessly. His jawline is hidden under the beard but there can be no doubt that it is square and perfectly chiselled. High cheekbones gave him a smile that could win over the most hardened heart, yet a low brow added just a touch of menace.
The closest thing to a flaw is his nose, which is just a bit crooked. Looking as though it had been broken and reset less than perfectly sometime in the past. Yet, behind it was a pair of almost electric azure-coloured orbs that somehow made even that slight flaw just add to his rugged charms.
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Equipment: Calypso has his cutlass and some rum, not a whole lot else.
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Skills and Abilities: Calypso is quite a talented individual. Naturally, his career as a pirate gives him all the skills of a sailor. He knows how to tie knots, read the wind, navigate by the stars, swim, and run a ship.
But beyond that, he is a bit of an explorer and a rogue. He is good at sleight of hand, navigating jungles and other wild environments, climbing various surfaces, sneak about unseen, tracking, and many other useful survival tactics.
Finally, on top of all that, he is, or was, an extremely potent Weather Mage. Since passing through the mists he has found most of his quick and dirty magic to be far too taxing to actually perform. However, the more involved ritual magic he uses to change the weather still seems to work. Though these rituals take, at bare minimum, an hour to perform. The bigger the change he is trying to create the longer it takes and it certainly doesn't have much practical application in combat. But he has his fists and sword for that.
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Biography: Calypso's past is vague and uncertain, mostly because he would never give a straight answer to such a question. He was the captain of a Pirate ship, The Free Ship Mistrunner. However, that was lost in the mists and he was set adrift.
His personality is eccentric, to put it mildly. He is indolent, amorous, gregarious, and self-assured. He moves to the beat of his own drum and acts as though everything that happens is part of some grand plan or design he's put into place. People tend to find him either endearingly odd or infuriatingly annoying, largely depending on their tolerance for a man who does whatever he wants whenever the mood strikes him.
Allegiances: Himself
Place of Residence: Undeclared
Registered: Jun 2, 2021 11:16:49 GMT -5
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Post by Calypso Caliban on Jun 9, 2021 17:50:19 GMT -5
Cal laughs when she accuses him of being drunk. The man laughed freely when he was amused and Saela was quite amusing. He had a good laugh, his bass voice making the sound somewhat reminiscent of waves slamming into the side of a ship.
"I wasn't planning on anything when I reeled you in."
The pirate explains with a smile that combined amusement and flirtation rather well.
"After all, I didn't even know what you looked like until you were aboard ship. That was when I decided to seduce you."
An utter lack of shame characterizes his words, something she was doubtless becoming familiar with.
"And I am quite aware I caught you staring, you aren't exactly a master of subterfuge Saela. That and well..."
Gesturing at himself he shrugs. While he may not have been everyone's cup of tea, he knew damn well that he was a ruggedly handsome man. Humility was for people who were not Calypso Mother Fucking Caliban.
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Saela Elannore
Established
Indebted to the local lecher
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 23
Appearance: Saela is an elf with a dark brownish red wavy hair that has two large cowlicks and the rest combed back barely extending past the nape of her neck. Her eyes are a sapphire blue that sparkle in the twilight and torchlight.
She stands a head smaller than the average person, with an overall skinny silhouette. Despite that she is somewhat curvaceous, despite her looks not being her main priority. She does at least like to keep herself presentable.
Saela wears a white dress shirt that is has green stripes flowing down and a green collar. Over that she wears a black linen vest and a red tie. Her legs are covered in black tailored dress pants. She also wears pointed black leather dress shoes.
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Equipment: She carries a large leather bag over her shoulders with two sets of clothes, a more casual
two-part green dress with the top having black floral patterns and the bottom being just black. The dress extends down to her knees. The other set are comfortable cotton bottom and top that she wears for pajamas. She also carries a set of sandals and boots in the bag separated by a rough linen bag to keep the other clothes neat.
In a second compartment of the bag lies Saela's treasure, her favorite novel. If she had known that she was going to end up here, she would have brought another few books.
The novel is called "Mysteries of the Man made from Fire" and it is a fictional tale of a wanderer in her world that was born from fire. His being flame incarnate. The protagonist in that book was this mysterious man that was extremely reliable and witty, often winning the hearts of ladies he came across. Nonetheless, quite a trope heavy and cheesy novel that was fit for a young adult audience, although some sections of the book pushed that with the immense flirting.
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Skills and Abilities: Saela Elannore is not the most skillful, and she has really no magic. However, what she does have is an accurate memory and the love for books. It has always been her dream to be a librarian that is surrounded by books and other novels.
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Biography: Saela came from a rich family in her homeland, often trying to hold herself to that etiquette that she was taught from an early age. She is a major bookworm and will often not drop a book once she starts reading, often lost in her own world.
Allegiances: Books
Registered: Apr 29, 2021 22:09:20 GMT -5
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Post by Saela Elannore on Jun 10, 2021 20:35:54 GMT -5
Saela leaned back against the chair, her cheeks blushed a bit redder when he gestured at himself. She held a closed hand over her mouth and quickly cleared her throat. "Is-is that so?" She started, her voice a bit softer than she was earlier, "And how were you going to seduce me?"
Saela crossed her arms, this accentuating her chest more than before. She leaned slightly forward and said in a more vivid tone, "I would like to hear."
Before Cal would answer that questioned, Saela would fall onto the table giggling to herself, mumbling some nonsense on how it was just like in the book. She knocked over her empty bowl onto the floor and fell off the chair trying to pick it up. While accidental, and if Cal was looking, he would have saw more skin than a sober Saela would have wanted, as drunk Saela went to quickly the top of her dress. Her face was redder than before and she attempted to sit back on the chair as if nothing had happened. The elf girl smiled and asked, "Whee-erre... were we?"
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Calypso Caliban
Committed
Calypso "Mother Fucking" Caliban
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: 34
Appearance: There is no other way to describe Calypso Caliban than man. For starters, his shoulders are broad. Massively broad. The man might be as wide as two of a smaller man, if not, he would only be a few inches under that. On top of that, he is made of muscles. Good solid, working man muscle, not the kind you see on vain bodybuilders but the kind that is so built up and solidly packed that he might look a bit heavy wearing normal clothes.
Normal clothes aren't normally on the menu. The man enjoys dressing to show off, which means a lot of light silk shirts. Which he rarely buttons up, showing off a thick forest of chest hair over the previously mentioned muscle. A pair of comfortable shorts show that the hair is a whole-body affair and that he most certainly did not skip leg day. Nor did he seem to skip any visible part of him while tanning since his skin is tanned perfectly bronze.
Of course, the man’s facial features lived up to the rest of him. Cal’s hair? Amazing, so thick it looked like you could break a comb in it, jet black, and cut short and styled perfectly. It matched his full beard, which is well-groomed and oiled flawlessly. His jawline is hidden under the beard but there can be no doubt that it is square and perfectly chiselled. High cheekbones gave him a smile that could win over the most hardened heart, yet a low brow added just a touch of menace.
The closest thing to a flaw is his nose, which is just a bit crooked. Looking as though it had been broken and reset less than perfectly sometime in the past. Yet, behind it was a pair of almost electric azure-coloured orbs that somehow made even that slight flaw just add to his rugged charms.
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Equipment: Calypso has his cutlass and some rum, not a whole lot else.
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Skills and Abilities: Calypso is quite a talented individual. Naturally, his career as a pirate gives him all the skills of a sailor. He knows how to tie knots, read the wind, navigate by the stars, swim, and run a ship.
But beyond that, he is a bit of an explorer and a rogue. He is good at sleight of hand, navigating jungles and other wild environments, climbing various surfaces, sneak about unseen, tracking, and many other useful survival tactics.
Finally, on top of all that, he is, or was, an extremely potent Weather Mage. Since passing through the mists he has found most of his quick and dirty magic to be far too taxing to actually perform. However, the more involved ritual magic he uses to change the weather still seems to work. Though these rituals take, at bare minimum, an hour to perform. The bigger the change he is trying to create the longer it takes and it certainly doesn't have much practical application in combat. But he has his fists and sword for that.
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Biography: Calypso's past is vague and uncertain, mostly because he would never give a straight answer to such a question. He was the captain of a Pirate ship, The Free Ship Mistrunner. However, that was lost in the mists and he was set adrift.
His personality is eccentric, to put it mildly. He is indolent, amorous, gregarious, and self-assured. He moves to the beat of his own drum and acts as though everything that happens is part of some grand plan or design he's put into place. People tend to find him either endearingly odd or infuriatingly annoying, largely depending on their tolerance for a man who does whatever he wants whenever the mood strikes him.
Allegiances: Himself
Place of Residence: Undeclared
Registered: Jun 2, 2021 11:16:49 GMT -5
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Post by Calypso Caliban on Jun 11, 2021 6:52:56 GMT -5
"I believe."
Cal says with a wry chuckle as the girl tries to hide her soaked top from him.
"I was just about to see you off to bed."
The signals that young Saela was now putting out made it quite clear that he could, with little trouble, likely talk her into his own bed. Lord knows he wanted to, it had been fart too long, there was just one issue with that. While he was not the most moral man in the world he did have a few principals that he would stand behind.
"I'm not above being a drunk woman's mistake birdie."
He explains to her as he comes to his feet.
"But I'm not one to take advantage of a drunk girl. You may be of age but getting talked into the bed of a man who has no intentions on you beyond a night of pleasure strikes me as the sort of thing that would leave you mortified in the morning. If I am a mistake you want to make you are going to have to sober up Saela."
Moving around the table he absently hauls her to her feet one burly arm around her shoulder. Considering she was drunk and he probably outweighed her by at least thirty pounds she didn't have a whole lot of choice as he carts her off toward the crew's quarters. He would get her something to drink and make sure she had a blanket to fight off the chill. Then he would likely spend the evening getting berated by his libido for obeying what scraps of morality he had left.
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Saela Elannore
Established
Indebted to the local lecher
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 23
Appearance: Saela is an elf with a dark brownish red wavy hair that has two large cowlicks and the rest combed back barely extending past the nape of her neck. Her eyes are a sapphire blue that sparkle in the twilight and torchlight.
She stands a head smaller than the average person, with an overall skinny silhouette. Despite that she is somewhat curvaceous, despite her looks not being her main priority. She does at least like to keep herself presentable.
Saela wears a white dress shirt that is has green stripes flowing down and a green collar. Over that she wears a black linen vest and a red tie. Her legs are covered in black tailored dress pants. She also wears pointed black leather dress shoes.
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Equipment: She carries a large leather bag over her shoulders with two sets of clothes, a more casual
two-part green dress with the top having black floral patterns and the bottom being just black. The dress extends down to her knees. The other set are comfortable cotton bottom and top that she wears for pajamas. She also carries a set of sandals and boots in the bag separated by a rough linen bag to keep the other clothes neat.
In a second compartment of the bag lies Saela's treasure, her favorite novel. If she had known that she was going to end up here, she would have brought another few books.
The novel is called "Mysteries of the Man made from Fire" and it is a fictional tale of a wanderer in her world that was born from fire. His being flame incarnate. The protagonist in that book was this mysterious man that was extremely reliable and witty, often winning the hearts of ladies he came across. Nonetheless, quite a trope heavy and cheesy novel that was fit for a young adult audience, although some sections of the book pushed that with the immense flirting.
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Skills and Abilities: Saela Elannore is not the most skillful, and she has really no magic. However, what she does have is an accurate memory and the love for books. It has always been her dream to be a librarian that is surrounded by books and other novels.
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Biography: Saela came from a rich family in her homeland, often trying to hold herself to that etiquette that she was taught from an early age. She is a major bookworm and will often not drop a book once she starts reading, often lost in her own world.
Allegiances: Books
Registered: Apr 29, 2021 22:09:20 GMT -5
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Post by Saela Elannore on Jun 12, 2021 11:23:11 GMT -5
Saela would drunkenly fight back when Cal picked her up, but soon gave up as he carried her off to the crew's quarters. She would attempt to point at the room where she had left her things for Cal to see, if he saw. Her arm was shaking and she couldn't hold it still. Saela gave up and leaned into his chest. She listened to his heartbeat as Cal carried her to one of the rooms and fetched her a drink and blanket. Saela, once she was able, would slowly grab her cotton top and bottom pajamas, they were of a plain color and fit loosely over her silhouette. Saela would then drink whatever Cal gave her and set it to the side, before laying in what the quarter had that closely resembled a bed, wrapping the blanket around her. Her mind drifted back and forth as the conflicting thoughts swirled in her mind.
Shadowed voices followed her ears, whispering in an eternal argument. What were we doing?! Father- Father this Father that, when are we going to take the reigns of our life? We were to be wed years ago, but we kept the suitors away with our games, do we really need to disappoint our family further? Please, no matter what we did, they would be disappointed. We're a bookworm, a girl who's first thought is what book to read. We were never meant for that aristocracy. We were never so fortunate, we squandered it! Father was able to get into those social circles through his connections. And to what ends, so we would live a life we could never love? So we could have a life!
Saela gripped her ears and her body shrunk into the fetal position. She whispered to herself to stop and shup up, that she needed quiet. Saela awoke getting from whatever she was on. Before here was a marvelous door made from maple. It was reminiscent of something... What, Saela couldn't put her finger on it. She pulled the brass latch down and opened the door into a ball room. Saela noticed she was in her strawberry pink ball gown, oh how she hated how tight it was to her form and that V-neck! That V-neck in the dress was the second worst sin. She did however appreciate what it did to her aesthetic, never before had she worn a more beautiful dress.
Saela was greeted by Cal... of all people. Why? Saela wasn't sure, perhaps she had forgotten how they made it home, was she that busy just reading. Behind Cal and what worried her the most was the face of her father, his tired eyes and stern mouth just slightly wavering. Saela wanted to know why. She took a step forward, but the tile floor suddenly collapsed into a sea's whirlpool and Saela found herself carried by its currents. She blacked out, her vision fading. In her last moments, she would call for Cal.
Saela found herself staring into the cheeky eyes of the man, the man born from fire that is. His eyes were always the perfect sheen of amber and his handsome smile always made her swoon. Saela grabbed the beer mug and washed her throat from the previous meal, whatever it was. Her eyes focusing on the man's form and his vivid red hair.
If Cal were to check on Saela at any point, he would find her asleep cocooned in the blanket. He might hear Saela quietly say Cal's name along with 'dad.'
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Calypso Caliban
Committed
Calypso "Mother Fucking" Caliban
Roleplay posts: 62
Age: 34
Appearance: There is no other way to describe Calypso Caliban than man. For starters, his shoulders are broad. Massively broad. The man might be as wide as two of a smaller man, if not, he would only be a few inches under that. On top of that, he is made of muscles. Good solid, working man muscle, not the kind you see on vain bodybuilders but the kind that is so built up and solidly packed that he might look a bit heavy wearing normal clothes.
Normal clothes aren't normally on the menu. The man enjoys dressing to show off, which means a lot of light silk shirts. Which he rarely buttons up, showing off a thick forest of chest hair over the previously mentioned muscle. A pair of comfortable shorts show that the hair is a whole-body affair and that he most certainly did not skip leg day. Nor did he seem to skip any visible part of him while tanning since his skin is tanned perfectly bronze.
Of course, the man’s facial features lived up to the rest of him. Cal’s hair? Amazing, so thick it looked like you could break a comb in it, jet black, and cut short and styled perfectly. It matched his full beard, which is well-groomed and oiled flawlessly. His jawline is hidden under the beard but there can be no doubt that it is square and perfectly chiselled. High cheekbones gave him a smile that could win over the most hardened heart, yet a low brow added just a touch of menace.
The closest thing to a flaw is his nose, which is just a bit crooked. Looking as though it had been broken and reset less than perfectly sometime in the past. Yet, behind it was a pair of almost electric azure-coloured orbs that somehow made even that slight flaw just add to his rugged charms.
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Equipment: Calypso has his cutlass and some rum, not a whole lot else.
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Skills and Abilities: Calypso is quite a talented individual. Naturally, his career as a pirate gives him all the skills of a sailor. He knows how to tie knots, read the wind, navigate by the stars, swim, and run a ship.
But beyond that, he is a bit of an explorer and a rogue. He is good at sleight of hand, navigating jungles and other wild environments, climbing various surfaces, sneak about unseen, tracking, and many other useful survival tactics.
Finally, on top of all that, he is, or was, an extremely potent Weather Mage. Since passing through the mists he has found most of his quick and dirty magic to be far too taxing to actually perform. However, the more involved ritual magic he uses to change the weather still seems to work. Though these rituals take, at bare minimum, an hour to perform. The bigger the change he is trying to create the longer it takes and it certainly doesn't have much practical application in combat. But he has his fists and sword for that.
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Biography: Calypso's past is vague and uncertain, mostly because he would never give a straight answer to such a question. He was the captain of a Pirate ship, The Free Ship Mistrunner. However, that was lost in the mists and he was set adrift.
His personality is eccentric, to put it mildly. He is indolent, amorous, gregarious, and self-assured. He moves to the beat of his own drum and acts as though everything that happens is part of some grand plan or design he's put into place. People tend to find him either endearingly odd or infuriatingly annoying, largely depending on their tolerance for a man who does whatever he wants whenever the mood strikes him.
Allegiances: Himself
Place of Residence: Undeclared
Registered: Jun 2, 2021 11:16:49 GMT -5
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Post by Calypso Caliban on Jun 12, 2021 12:03:55 GMT -5
Considering the Crew's Quarters was one of the only other rooms below deck her pointing was more cute than anything. Cal taking it as a sign that she agreed her place was alone in bed. The small room had two bunk beds inside, built into the walls, with drawers below the bottom bed and the top for storage the, four mattresses were just a bit bigger than one would expect but still quite small no more than a twin size. With enough floor space that four men could have moved about inside comfortably, there was even a collapsable table that fitted into a mount on the floor and some chairs in case they wished to share a meal within or play some cards. Of course, the room was quite cramped when that was done. In short, for a loan girl it was more than large enough to accommodate her.
Leaving her with a mug of water, which he was pleased to see her drink down, Cal left her alone to go tidy up the kitchen. Once that was finished he was heading to his own bed when he heard his name. Pausing he does peer in on her. With it being a bit clearer with the door out of the way he realizes she is talking in her sleep. The poor girl was clearly a bit overwhelmed. He'd definitely made the right decision. He could already guess she would be getting very attached to him very quickly and that would likely end poorly for her. He simply wasn't the sort of guy to be tied down and she was certainly a romantic with her nose always in a book.
Shutting the door he flops into his own bed kicks off his boots and soon falls asleep. The next morning she would be treated with the smell of breakfast. It was a bit better this morning, scrambled eggs, a bit of dried salmon, and some wild chives. He'd gone for a bit of a swim and exploration in the wee, wee hours of the morning to forage.
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Saela Elannore
Established
Indebted to the local lecher
Roleplay posts: 31
Age: 23
Appearance: Saela is an elf with a dark brownish red wavy hair that has two large cowlicks and the rest combed back barely extending past the nape of her neck. Her eyes are a sapphire blue that sparkle in the twilight and torchlight.
She stands a head smaller than the average person, with an overall skinny silhouette. Despite that she is somewhat curvaceous, despite her looks not being her main priority. She does at least like to keep herself presentable.
Saela wears a white dress shirt that is has green stripes flowing down and a green collar. Over that she wears a black linen vest and a red tie. Her legs are covered in black tailored dress pants. She also wears pointed black leather dress shoes.
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Equipment: She carries a large leather bag over her shoulders with two sets of clothes, a more casual
two-part green dress with the top having black floral patterns and the bottom being just black. The dress extends down to her knees. The other set are comfortable cotton bottom and top that she wears for pajamas. She also carries a set of sandals and boots in the bag separated by a rough linen bag to keep the other clothes neat.
In a second compartment of the bag lies Saela's treasure, her favorite novel. If she had known that she was going to end up here, she would have brought another few books.
The novel is called "Mysteries of the Man made from Fire" and it is a fictional tale of a wanderer in her world that was born from fire. His being flame incarnate. The protagonist in that book was this mysterious man that was extremely reliable and witty, often winning the hearts of ladies he came across. Nonetheless, quite a trope heavy and cheesy novel that was fit for a young adult audience, although some sections of the book pushed that with the immense flirting.
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Skills and Abilities: Saela Elannore is not the most skillful, and she has really no magic. However, what she does have is an accurate memory and the love for books. It has always been her dream to be a librarian that is surrounded by books and other novels.
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Biography: Saela came from a rich family in her homeland, often trying to hold herself to that etiquette that she was taught from an early age. She is a major bookworm and will often not drop a book once she starts reading, often lost in her own world.
Allegiances: Books
Registered: Apr 29, 2021 22:09:20 GMT -5
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Post by Saela Elannore on Jun 12, 2021 23:18:57 GMT -5
The bed creaked and Saela could have sword she heard it crack that night. IT happened after she and the man had dinner that night... perhaps she was too drunk, she didn't know what possessed that wild night. Saela sat next to the man born from fire and rubbed his back, his long red hair running down his muscled back. She always knew that the man was perfect for her, he had always been her dream...dream...DREAM
Saela jolted backwards and fell into a burning black pit. She slowly sank as images flooded her mind, those rigid exercises her father put her through. She was five years unmarried, which disappointed her parents given the effort they when through since she turned eighteen to find her a suitor. Saela lashed out, her arms flailing in the hot black mud. It was to no avail.
THUNK!
Saela woke up, she had fallen off the bed, and had gotten her knotted in the blanket. She rubbed her face against the blanket and notices the tears leaking from her eyes. Saela looked at the blanket dazes and unwound herself and leaving it back on the blanket. She walked dazed to the door, but before she could leave her room, she would fall asleep against the wall near the door.
Saela would wake perhaps hours longer than she wanted to, but for whatever reason the dreams that followed left her far more peaceful. Once Saela woke, she look look at her state of dress with some embarrassment and straighten her clothes. She followed the smell of eggs and cooked fish. It was pleasing to her nose and tickled her taste buds. She strut to the source of the smell, her composition a bit more relaxed, although she gripped her sore neck.
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